Hot Enough
Three weeks ago here in Portland it was still raining a few times a week and everyone around me was saying enough already. They were ready for summer. I think I reached my quota of summer during the decade I lived in Phoenix. I can pretty much do without it for the rest of my life, or at least do with a bare minimum.
Apparently Portland is pretty much used to the bare minimum of summer. Among the houses and apartments here it’s pretty rare to find one with air conditioning. My apartment is not one of the lucky few. It reached a hundred here this week. I complained to God about it but it seems that as much as I’ve had enough summer to get me through the rest of my life, God has had enough complaints about the weather to last him through the rest of eternity.
He then went on to tell me that the ultimate complaint about the weather comes right out of the Abrahamic religions. Those people that did their imaginings of God while living and wandering out in the deserts of the Mid-East. It’s the image of Hell, the presentation that the ultimate punishment from God comes in the form of unending fire and brimstone. Talk about people hung up on the heat!
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