Las Vegas Weather

Every once in a while, I make myself laugh when I think of something odd. This morning, I needed to run 3 or 4 errands. Our weather forecast said it would get to 108 today. By 9 a.m., I decided to do it and get it done. I heard myself thinking I should get out before the 108 hits and finish while it was still only 100 out there! Only 100?

I never, in all my life, ever dreamed I’d end up living in Vegas. I’ve lived in 4 states. I’ve been in this area (Las Vegas and its neighboring city, Henderson) for just about 25 years. I can handle the heat simply because the worst of it only lasts a few weeks. The rest of the year, it is what I would have called Spring when I lived in Philly and the Jersey shore for my first 40 years.

When I first moved here, my mom had already been here almost 15 years. The first morning I woke (the first few months, 4 of us lived in my mom’s old single wide trailer) and noticed her thermometer outside, at 6 a.m., and it was already 90 (that happens late June, July), I wondered aloud if I made the wrong decision when I came here.

She said, simply, that it was just a different climate and a slight adjustment. She reminded me I’d lived through vicious thunderstorms, blizzards, flooding, hurricanes, and in southern California, earthquakes. She said to just remember 3 things. Move more slowly in the extreme heat, wear looser clothing at that time, and always carry water.

She was right. I can easily deal with it. But I did have to laugh at myself when I realized what I had thought this morning.

Rolling along...