Anyway, it’s summer in South Georgia. And if you have never been to South or even Middle Georgia (sometimes I think it was worse in Middle Georgia) in the summer, you have no idea just how hot it can actually be. Think about standing in the middle of a large bowl. Now imagine that the bowl is filled with steam. Only, that steam doesn’t rise or even move. It just sits there with no air movement. Now imagine that you are in that large bowl trying to walk talk and behave like a human being interacting with other human beings in that large bowl.
That’s as apt of a description as I can give you of what summer in South and Middle Georgia is like. It’s hot and humid with no breeze. So breathing, let alone moving, is difficult. Plus, it’s ingrained in us to just be nice even when you don’t want to be. I think it’s part of why we don’t give a fuck about most things. Who has the energy to care about what people think when you are just focused on breathing, smiling, and trying to find some cool air?
This next part is kind of embarrassing. I don’t know how old most of you are Gasmii, but when I was a kid back in the day and they first introduced the Slip ‘N Slide, there wasn’t a pool at the end of it, so you would just keep sliding (I can detail the childhood injuries brought on by the Slip ‘N Slide, but will let you suss that one out for yourselves). My family couldn’t or wouldn’t spend the money on the brightly colored version sold in stores, so we used industrial strength trash bags that we taped together and held in place on the grass with large rocks (I have a crooked pinky because of a childhood injury involving our homemade Slip ‘N Slide and I was one of the lucky ones). We would then run a water hose down the length of it.
Apparently, that is even more low budget than the “Redneck Slip N Slide,” as they use an actual tarp. We would have used a tarp, but those are expensive and had to be in an exact location in case someone needed it for something. But, we never thought of digging a mud hole at the end. Of course, after each of us had slid down the slide, a very nice mud puddle would have formed anyway.
So, I have a little moment of worry when the girls set the tarp up and there is a train going past their yard. I start thinking of all the times, we really took off and didn’t stop until several feet after hitting the grass. Of course, we didn’t use soap or baby oil on ours – which, considering the injuries we got with out the extra slickness, was probably a good idea. But, then I see that they aren’t sliding anywhere near the direction of the train. All the girls except Chickadee take turns sliding down. June splits the water by spraying down the tarp and spraying down Chickadee so that Chickadee doesn’t feel left out.