Today’s prompt asks: If it’s autumn or winter where you live, what are you most looking forward to doing next summer? If it’s spring or summer where you are, what has been the highlight of the season so far for you?
Summer has officially began NINE days ago and I’ll tell you what has not been the highlight: the heat. I can no longer stand the triple-digit heat. It burns my skin and makes my skin form itchy little lumps. I can’t stop scratching it but when I get to an AC room, it disappears like magic. POOF!
I’m glad I’m not in Las Vegas nor am I planning on taking a road trip. I was in Vegas during the Summer of 2012 and boy oh boy, the heat is worse than here. It’s like the human population had voluntarily climbed into a giant oven to be baked alive. It felt like my lung was on fire inside me. Every breath I inhale burned. I was literally choking on my breath. So many ways to describe it.
I guess the highlight of the season so far has been hiding in the basement. At 7 pm last night, the thermostat read 91°F, while the basement remained a cool 70-ish. Our neighbors had begun cranking up their AC at the end of May but we barely turned it on last weekend. I don’t like the AC in the basement. It gets freezing cold to the point that I have wrap a blanket around me but the upstairs need the AC. Otherwise, how am I supposed to comfortably watch TV? I was sweating crazily watching TV last Thursday night. That is not comfortable.
Highlight of my day:
After talking to her sister loudly on the phone this morning, my mom came down and announced, “You’re going back to China next month.”
“You grandpa’s(her dad) in the hospital.”
“But why do I have to go back?” Why not you? I wanted to say but that would start another war.
“To see him one last time.”
I scoffed. “Who will pay for my plane ticket? Who will pay for my Visa?” It’s more like why do chaos just keep popping up?
“I’ll lend you the money.” Then without another word, she stalked back upstairs, leaving me confused and speechless.
Quickly, I published my first post of the day and went upstairs. “Exactly what happened to him?” I asked as I ate breakfast.
“He had a stroke. I told your aunt not to bring him anymore soup. It’s not good for him.”
“Okay, but why do I have to go back?”
“You don’t want it to be like your other grandpa, do you?” I never got to see my grandfather one last time before he died. She laughed and scoffed, “If you go back, I’ll guarantee you’ll so much skinnier when you come back.”
Okay, is it just me or is she trying hard to stray me from my path? I mean, I was going to spend the summer studying for the GMAT and now this? Fortunately, nothing got decided. Whew. Let’s hope it stays that way.