I could not believe when I heard that San Francisco had a heat wave peaking around 108 degrees over the weekend. My family and friends complained to me how agonizing and unbearable it was. They told me from that some people died because they didn’t have air conditioning in their poorly insulated 50+ year old homes.

When we started furnishing our home here in Arizona (1 and a half years later and still furnishing), I didn’t like the ceiling fans. They looked grotesque to me and reminded me of that movie where someone was not stooping down when they walked underneath some helicopter propeller blades and horrifically got their head chopped off. What movie was that?

Anyways, I sometimes feel having living in both extremes, cold winters in Washington and hot summers in Arizona, I do not like them, but I will not complain. And when rain comes when I least expect it and cools my surroundings down, I am surprised, elated and welcome its visit.