Tuesday, August 28, 2007
10x8" oil on canvas (in my private collection)
Nearly everyone I tell that I've just returned from Tucson after moving my son into his dorm in 109 degree temperatures says, "Yeah, but it's a dry heat." --everyone! Like that makes it a refreshing afternoon in the desert. Well, I'm a weenie about heat and I did my share of whining. My son, however, well...he's a trooper. Not much rocks his boat. A few days after returning home I got a call from my brother-in-law in Kuwait where he reports the temperature tops 130 degrees. But guess what? It's a dry heat.