Trends in Writing, The Arts, Regional Events, and High Desert Living

Posts tagged california

Electrical Math

I should come with a warning sign: Leave alone when temperatures reach higher than 90 degrees.  It’s not just the heat that gets me, but knowing as the temperature is rising so is my electrical bill.  There goes the work retropay for over seven months.  Just in time to pay the summer electrical bills.  So correct me if I am wrong, but does it make sense to anyone else that the time when we use electricity most is the time it nearly triples in cost? What kind of convoluted math is that?

My son says its supply and demand. I say it’s pure evil and some red horned minions must be sitting behind a desk laughing at my expense. They don’t even take into account how many people are in the home. There has to be a better system other than everyone is charged the same.  This isn’t IRS math.  Heck, it isn’t even phone company math, and even they give you a break when adding phone lines.

Last year I called the electric company because I just knew my bill had to be wrong.  The woman on the line says, “they [Edison] consider A/C to be a luxury,not a necessity.”  My brain just went blank at that.  It was over one hundred degrees, but cool air is a luxury.  I clearly advised her that this isn’t some third world country and that in the realm of things electricity is the only thing we can actually create without much effort. We use the wind, water, hamsters on spinny wheels . . . it’s a generated resource unlike fossil fuels.  She remained silent.

“How hot is it where you are?” I asked.

“One oh nine,” she answers.

“Is your air on?”

“Yes,” she says.

“Is it a necessity or luxury?’

“When it’s this hot its a necessity,” she answers.

And I couldn’t help but wonder what temperature differentiated the line between necessity and luxury? I’d ask them, but I don’t disturb the powers that control my physical thermoregulation.  Iced tea and walking around nearly naked not caring who or what sees me . . . it must be a high desert summer again!

Tania L Ramos, RN, Author

What Isn’t There to Love About the High Desert?

I’m Tania L Ramos, nurse by trade, author by choice, and now an independent sales rep for It Works Global.  You’ll be seeing a lot more of me around here now that I know how to log in.  I’ve lived in Hesperia for going on ten years, and moved up here to escape the traffic, smog, and lifestyle L.A. had to offer. It just wasn’t for me, and I knew that at a very early age.  A good friend and colleague told me about Hesperia, his hometown, and I called him crazy among a bunch of other wordy things.  But after searching “down the hill” for weeks, I gassed up the SUV and drove up the Cajon Pass from Claremont, where I was selling my twonhouse.  I found my home that day, and ten years later I can honestly say that I’ve found my roots up here.

There are many desert natives who say they dislike the boom and influx, and usually I nod my head and smile–not wanting others to know I’m not a born and raised High Desert gal.  I love it up here.  And what isn’t to love? Three hours to Las Vegas, three hours to San Diego, forty-minutes to two local ski resorts, and hour and a half to Newport Beach, maybe forty minutes to Angel’s Stadium, Disneyland and Knott’s Berry Farm.  The way I see it, we highlanders are sitting in utopia central.  The best of California is well within our reach without traffic (minus those pesky Cajon jam ups), and we can easily head to the mountains on a whim on those hot days, or commute into warm Nevada on cooler days.  I ask again: what isn’t there to love about the desert?

We are above the brown skyline that I cringe at every time I drive down the pass and see what looks like floating mud across the sky.  We have our very own weather climate, so when it is gloomy and raining down the hill, we often times are sitting out under clear blue skies.  Speaking of skies, stars were scarce in L.A., but on a cool and crisp desert night the sky twinkles in a cosmic show of shimmering glitter dusted across the wide spans of our horizon.  We see snow at least once year, and that is wonderful.  Usually not enough snow to be a huge disaster, yet enough to have a day of fun and enjoy and welcome the ivory powder.  What isn’t there to love about the desert?

We have colleges, malls, a variety of theaters and restaurants.  There are outlets in either direction and let’s not forget the summer night trips into Barstow to watch a movie outdoors at the Skyline Drive-In.  I love the high desert: the atmosphere, the people, the central location, the weather, the small town feel, the closeness,  and where I could do without some of the wind, it is certainly overlooked by all the wonderful friends I have made here.  I feel like I am home, probably because I am.

Tania L Ramos, RN, Author, It Works Ind. Distributor

tlr speaking eventFollow me on FB, Twitter, Pinterest 

Subscribe to Blog via Email

Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

iBlog Magazine for Professional Women Bloggers