I've Got Cabin Fever
" SMOKIN' !"
Some Like It Hot!!!!!
CABIN FEVER (emphasis on FEVER)
Usually , when we hear the term Cabin Fever, we imagine snow bound cottages forced shut for the winter; occupants held up inside with a warm fire, a good book and a mug of steaming, hot cocoa. In no time, however, we know that the relaxation and leisure will grow tedious and those who felt so enwrapped with warmth and hominess will be bouncing off the walls with loads of excess kinetic energy about to explode!
“I’m going to burst!”
“I have to get out of here! I feel like a mushroom, I’m going to start growing mold!”
The romantic allure of the cozy, warm home equipped with everything one might desire, quickly begins to feel like a prison, not a haven. Pretty soon, those enclosed begin to feel as if they’re in an asylum, with all doors and windows locked tight.
“I wish it would stop snowing!…I can’t take this much longer. When will it stop??!”
Musical interpretation of Weather
I have an all time favored local musical group which never made “big time,” but had the most incredible assemblage of talented musicians and song writers. Why they never made it to the ‘top,’ is anyone’s guess…we all thought it was a sure thing.
During the time of their most popular and widely known years, Merlin delighted audiences of all kinds; all ages and from every walk of life. Their music was ethereal, magical, whimsical, romantic, jazzy, and filled with wonder. The arrangements were all stellar; the vocalists melodic; rhapsodic, even, and the four men who comprised Merlin were a perfect fit. Every Friday, our group of friends would meet at The Rainbow Bridge for an evening of wine, dining and Merlin. What a treat is was!
Merlin performed all their own musical creations. So fabulous were these musicians!
When I think of cabin fever, I recall the song “Snowbound,” by Merlin. Flutist, Gary, started the tune with a lilting, solo which filled the room while gently rising to a crescendo which always brought the crowd to their feet. Slowly, subtlety, the others joined in, creating a flowing wall of instrumentation which seemed to weave and wrap around the room in a musical description of a snowy, blustery landscape....
What Cabin Fever Really Is!
Today, cabin fever means something else, altogether! The exclaimations now sound something like: "I wish it wasn't so hot! I can't stop sweating! When is it going to stop?!"
Today, the “new” definition of the term is quickly morphing into the description of home bound, incarcerated, imprisoned humans being driven indoors by excessive and relentless heat..hot hot hot heat!
We are now experiencing the 4th full week of high temperatures in the 100’s; mostly around 105-110 and, often, above that! Day in, day out; we have almost grown used to these extremes.
Fashionable Wear during this time of Year
People walk around dressed in next to nothing. Women with longer hair keep it tightly pinned up and off their faces. Bare arms, bare legs, bare midriffs and bare feet are everywhere. When it is this crazy hot, appearance tends to be placed way on the back burner!
Men don caps and scarves around their necks which, without this protection, tend to become quite red, hence the term “redneck.” But, most of the males in this area are hard working, rural types whose employment and life income sources require demanding day time hours and, so, rarely are these hard working men seen wearing anything but boots and jeans, long sleeved shirts, and hats. Always in pickup trucks pulling trailers loaded with equipment, or huge machinery destined for fields; the men in this community have no time for such a frivolous idea as comfort.
Feverish highs causing a feverish pitch...lending itself to a state of fever!!
The scorching orb above me is frying my mind! Brain cells are bumping into each other in a frenzied effort to escape my hot head! Tempers, along with temperatures, are rising like heat waves emanating from everything in sight. Crispy leaves hang in unnatural fashion from trees thirsting for a long, cool drink of cold, clear water. There is not a person in sight who isn't, literally, running from shaded area to enclosed, air cooled interiors. The main street looks like a ghost town.
All vehicles are air conditioned as are most homes. In fact, a large percentage of the houses around here have two complete forced air conditioning systems.
Open your eyes, girl!
When I first saw this, it didn’t sink in…why are there so many AC’s around here? As always, I walked into this new life, as with so many other adventures, with rose colored glasses on and eyes wide shut! Usually, well, just about always, this approach to life has worked very well for me as I am a romantic woman - in the broadest sense of the word - and am automatically enamored with that aspect of whatever new environment I’ve chosen to experience.
In this case, however….not a good idea! Being a woman who absolutely loves cool evenings and temperate days, whispering winds and gentle breezes, the blind rush into the middle of America wasn’t the wisest of choices, weatherwise.
Why? Because, here in the Heartland, the weather beats you up and makes you submit…humbled and defeated…to it’s powerful influence.
This year, that influential bout is about to knock me down for the count!
And, today’s ‘count’ is, again, going to be well above 110!
There’s an extra surprise at the end of the day!
I hale from a coastal area where the nearby inland towns are endowed with soft, welcoming breezes which drift in from ocean bays to cool down the evenings. Even when daytime temperatures reach into the 90’s, overnight lows dip to the mid 50’s or, Heaven forbid, the low 60’s. Without fail. Such a treat and relief; this natural air conditioning always creates a lovely ambience in which to enjoy life after warm days.
Not here! No no no. Because there are no nearby oceans or large lakes, and because we are ruled by the jet stream and the gulf stream…evenings in America’s mid section can be a bear. And, one wishes to spend every waking hour….bare!
Last night was no different. I awoke, as I always do, in the wee am hours to check the gauge next to my front door at the animal sanctuary. As always, it read 87 degrees! Oh boy! Relief! Oh joy! (Now, remember, everything is relative!) After having lived through another day of 110+ believe me, 87 at 3 am seems like a miracle!
Run around, open the windows, turn off the AC which has been cranking for hours and hours, day upon day…give it a rest!
And, this is exactly what I do. I began to realize, through close scrutiny (!) (that, and lack of deep sleep due to feeling as if I’d been placed in a convection oven overnight!), that the coolest hour occurs just before sunrise. Each morning, when I checked the temperature at 3 am and found it to be hovering at 86 on average, I noted that, upon arising a few hours later for morning ‘animal duties at the sanctuary,’ this reading had dropped another several degrees to it’s lowest point of the 24 hour period. Day after day, I checked to see if this was, indeed, true; keeping in mind that I’d never even thought to do such an “empirical clinical study” (LOL) previously as there was no need.
Well! I’d discovered something very very interesting! So, I checked with the Weather Channel and, sure enough, the hourly guide to expected temperatures indicated, repeatedly, the same phenomenon! Rather like the ’darkest hour is just before the dawn…” so, “the coolest hour is just before sunrise.” Aha! Eureka!
Help! Let me OUT!!
Cabin fever…I’ve got it big time. Stuck inside, running from AC auto to AC buildings and back again, head bowed as to not scorch the surface of my face with fire from the surface of the sun! I do NOT like this kind of killer heat so, here I sit, writhing and writing, trying to come up with something entertaining.
If I didn’t have this computer and Hub Pages, I swear, I’d go bonkers!
Hope you’re having a better weather day than I am!!
(please read “Clown Days to learn more about how we “country folk” handle such a thing!)
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