Saturday, June 8, 2013

Living in the inferno

It's hot.  Like, really hot.  This is what I imagine hell is like, and it's as unbearable as I believe it to be.  It's 100+ F, humid, and the UV index is 10 (the highest).  That means you feel your arm hairs starting to singe after a minute of sun exposure.  If the church pastors of the world could get everyone to Oman from May - August and they were forced to live in tents for those months with no AC, I think the world would convert knowing what anguish awaited them.  Heaven would need to add more rooms because there would be millions of souls saved in those months.

But seriously, it's hot.  It's not enjoyable to be outside at all.  Summer here is like winter in the states.  You don't want to go outside, kids are stuck in the house and driving you nuts.  The weird thing about it though, is that you feel guilty staying inside and letting your kid play on the iPad for an hour or watch a movie because you're like, "But it's sunny outside, they should be out there.  I should be out there doing something in the fresh air instead of being a sack of crap on my couch."  But once you step outside and burn your lungs like taking a drag of a cigarette, you don't feel so guilty anymore.

Needless to say we can't wait to be on a plane to the beautiful and cooler weather that awaits us in Oregon.  If you see us standing outside in the middle of the night, don't worry, we are okay.  We will just be enjoying the thrill of being cold.

6 days till departure!