As a little girl, I loved reading the “Little House on the Prairie” series. It was one of my favorites, mostly because of where my Mom’s family lives in South Dakota. I would dream of life on the open prairie & how I would have handled my oxen on the Oregon trail. What kind of meals I would learn to cook over an open fire and the dangers I would face as an independent woman adventurer.
Y’all.
I went without AC for the last 24 hours and let me tell you the real dangers of me living that life. I do NOT have the constitution for the open prairie, you hear me? It was 80 degrees in this house over night. EIGHTY. MF. DEGREES.
It was not the dangers of animals approaching in the night. It was the danger of a child’s hot breath within 15 feet of my body and the wide arc of BOTH of these hands.
It was not the dangers of being trampled by horses on the trail. It was the danger of me trampling anything in my path while trying to make dinner over a hot stove when the air was already set to surface of the sun.
It wasn’t the dangers of getting my petticoats tangled or not getting my corset on correctly to remain a proper lady. It was that I could not remove enough clothes or SKIN to cool down & have coherent thoughts.
The worries of dysentery among the travelers? Nope. I was worried that the words coming out of my mouth with my open window to my LEO neighbor’s house might get me locked up. And I would have gone willingly. They got AC up in that bitch.
No. A prairie woman I will never be. I will lay butt nekkid under a fan on full blast with my AC cranking to 68 like God intended.
As the bible says in Psalm 32:4, “For day and night your hand was heavy on me; my strength was sapped as in the heat of summer.”
My hand was heavier than the Lord’s and that’s on EVERYthing. Making me think real long and hard about my salvation because I can’t handle hell. No, ma’am. I need ice cubes, a cool breeze & some mf’ing shade.
The Lord is my shepherd and I SHALL want cool air. Period.
Heather Hilbert 