People love the squid, though. They fucking go nuts about summer. Everywhere, ads involving swimsuits and sundresses and an inexplicable amount of plastic shovels in grass abound. People talk about working on their tan. Going camping. Eating watermelon. Meanwhile, I'm over in the corner of Starbucks with a hot chai and a hoodie, trying not to get frostbite in the air-conditioning because the alternative is going outside and getting eaten by the squid.
Maybe I don't get all the summer hype because I was homeschooled as a child. I never got to experience the exhilaration and freedom of summer break the way my peers did. For me, every day was "school," since my mother, an Early Childhood Education major, believed that kids are programmed to learn and if you just let them run around a bunch, they'll automatically learn shit. This proved to be correct; I learned a LOT of shit just by playing with my toys (for example, if you drop a plastic dinosaur and a teddy bear off the roof at the same time, they'll fall at the same rate) and generally causing minor mayhem. Plus we went to the library every week and I was in theater and violin lessons and all that. So whenever summer rolled around, all my public-schooled friends would come over during the late morning hours and try to get me to do fun, summery things.
I tried hard to see the appeal, but really I wanted to be inside reading a book with a fan blowing.
This was in California. New Mexico summers turned out to be much worse.
People tried to defend the summers here. "New Mexico is great!" they'd say. "No humidity!"
That's great, overly optimistic person, but you know what else doesn't have humidity? Fire. You're trying to convince me that standing around in a fucking barbecue grill was better than standing around in a crock pot. Either way, you're still going to die if you stay in the damn thing. So I sit in my Starbucks in my thick hoodie and long for fall.
New Mexico does have one redeeming feature of summer though: Huge-ass thunderstorms. They come in with hurricane force sometimes, flooding the arroyos that run through Albuquerque and turning the streets into muddy slush. Sometimes they don't last long, and even when they do, everything dries out within a matter of hours. But that's okay. They're beautiful, and they hold the squid off for awhile, and they make everything glisten, and that's what matters.
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