What I like about Tucson is the heat, and the weirdness that the heat brings.

But, where is the heat this year? I feel almost sane, and that’s insane!

I should be two-cacti-to-the-wind by now. My eyeballs should be chaffing. My chaffing should be on fire. My mind should be a cheese-melt. Instead, it’s been in the 90s. What is this, Encinitas?!

I want my mind bent! I want to hallucinate! I want heat waves; mirages!

Once, in June, the rear-view mirror of my 1980s Chrysler LeBaron flopped down from the heat; the grease in the ball joint simply lost its viscosity, and the damn thing went limp. And, once, my Tupperware utensils snapped in half. I couldn’t believe it! I didn’t think Tupperware (registered and trademarked) would simply snap in half.

This season, however, has brought wimp-weather! I can still ride my bike without thinking about skin cancer. It’s been downright spring-like, and I’m hardly a prune. Is this symptomatic of Global Cooling?

Of course, by the time I finish writing this, it’ll probably be 120 degrees, and I’ll be walking around downtown, going insane, imagining a giant Day of the Dead martini glass full of antifreeze and tequila … oh, yeah …

This article appears in Jun 18-24, 2009.

2 replies on “Where’s the Heat?”

  1. Get ready, David: Next three day’s forecast calls for 100 degrees plus. And me in my un-airconditioned car…Oh, yeah.

  2. Your article made me laugh long and hard! Unlike you though, I cringe at the prospect of it getting hot(ter)! I was “kidnapped” and brought here from Laguna Beach 5 years ago. I’ve aged 10 years so far. I’m still looking for the “cool” stuff a person can appreciate about the desert. Thanks for the laughs and keep up the great writing! I predict you are going places with your talent. JanMarie ….somewhere near Tombstone

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