I joke that there’s a distinctive sound of summer in Phoenix. That’s the swoosh of automatic doors letting people into a store and the inevitable “Ahhhhh” of relief as the A/C hits them. No matter how long you’ve lived here, you’ll find yourself doing it.
In most states, summertime means enjoying the outdoors. In Arizona, it means holing up with central air.
Today it’s cloudy, so the weather is a pleasant 94 degrees. Soon though, temperatures will routinely get up over 107 degrees. This means I need to start stocking up on more items, including quick meals. That includes frozen meals for me and maybe some slacker meal ingredients like cheese and tortilla chips. Or tortilla chips and bean dip. You get the gist of my culinary inclinations.
It also means filling up the second five-gallon jug we have. Otherwise, we’ll be going out at least once a week to lug a 42-pound jug around. Might as well stretch it to two, eh?
The good news is that picking up the jug is getting marginally easier, which is to say that I’ve been working out quasi-regularly. I get in two to three workouts a week, and I’m starting to see a little definition in arms and quads. Still have a ways to go before the thighs start shaping up, but it’s a start.
It’s getting to the point that I need to start doing two of the 10ish minute videos. I did two arm ones yesterday, and I’m only a little sore. Which means I should also invest in eight pound dumbbells. I truly hate how expensive weights are. I guess they’re not really that bad, but I have a mental block against paying for something that will cause pain.
I could fill up two of our gallon jugs, since that’s right around eight pounds. My worry is that using handles on the outside edge of the weight would be far more awkward than being able to grasp the middle of a dumbbell. Maybe I’ll try it once to see how it goes.
Other than that, not much to report. I’ve already got my plane ticket to FinCon, which is about three weeks earlier than I did last year. Now I just have to book Tim’s flight up to Washington. Our credit card miles will cover just about all of the plane and rental car. He’ll still have to cover food and shelter, but he has a few friends he can stay with. At least one of those will probably feed him.
He’ll get to see our friend Tony, who moved up there to work for Wizards of the Coast. He’s also the dad of the 17-year-old girl who got run over and is now paralyzed. Some of you donated to the fund, which I appreciate greatly.
Tim will also get to see some people he grew up with. Except that’s a different objective. Rather than going to catch up, he’s mainly going for schadenfreude. We’ve got a house, an emergency fund and savings. These people will probably be in the exact same situation as five years ago: struggling to make ends meet while spending unwisely.
But hey, whatever floats his boat.
And now I am off to enjoy my weekend. We’ve got some ciders in the fridge and a couple of days of relaxation stretching before us. Because of that and our central air, I say “Ahhhh.”
Have any of you tried water jugs as weights? Do any of you have weekend plans?