Tuesday, July 12, 2011
The back porch on a hot night
I was recalling when I first moved to Mississippi and I would listen to ZZTop on my drive in to work every day. "I'm shufflin' through the Texas sand, but my head's in Mississippi." At the time then, and often now, it is more like I am sweatin' through the Mississippi heat and humidity, but my head's in Texas.
It has been (as Super Chikan says) "scorchin' hot in the summer" the last few days. I sat outside last night after sundown, fanning with my Tula Opry fan, and wondering why I was out there. I tend to imagine earlier experiences: Grandma's house in the summer with no air conditioning, and summer nights so still nothing moved, not even a leaf; sleeping out on the front porch at Mama's with the sound of crickets, night-calling birds, "pole-cats" and mosquitoes buzzing in my ears.
I think my dad is probably sitting outside on his deck, in the hot hot Texas summer, drinking a cup of coffee, ignoring the mosquitoes. Dad does not like air conditioning, Mississippi, or being inside.