The heat in eastern Pennsylvania feels almost like East Africa today— temperatures in the low 90s and humidity at 50%. The humidity in Djibouti would be a lot higher.
I spent much of the weekend cuddled up with Hulu between household chores. It’s the only reasonable way to be productive in this heat.
Yesterday, I took two short walks of about a mile plus each and I third that almost got to two miles.
In that process, I found myself noting subtle beauty in my own neighborhood—where I have lived for 17.5 years.
My friend, the one who launched the El Camino virtual pilgrimage, commented that she loves the idea of rediscovering our own worlds.
Somehow, I thought of things differently. Like this medical office that I have walked by just about daily— it looks like something from the Mediterranean coast. The pink color, the grapes on the iron work, the ornate grate on the side…
And then I cut through an old parking lot. It used to be a gated lot and the old equipment stands rusty and sad at the entrance.
And as I approached the final block, the trees and the flowers made the neighborhood look so vibrant. (The same block where I fell and smashed my chin. which led to a lot of dental problems.)
But yes, it’s so hot you drop as soon as you walk out the door. It’s hard to sleep without air conditioning.
But there is beauty.