I’ve been in Dallas for a week, nursing a daughter after surgery. It’s what mom’s do. It’s been great being here seeing family I don’t see often enough and bonding with my grand-dogs and cats. But the lack of humidity is driving me crazy.
I can’t believe I once lived in this arid desert for years and didn’t shrivel up into an aged crone. After only a few days, by hands are like sandpaper, by legs area as scaly as two giant redfish and my nasal passages are actully bleeding!
I have to go back home tomorrow. Some nonsense about earning a living. It will be hard to leave. It always is. But the one thing I can look forward to is stepping off the plane and onto the jetway. Vistors from elsewhere always comment at that moment, “Oh, the humidity! How can they stand it here?”
I always spread my arms and breathe in the moisture. Let the re-hydration begin!
