Nate’s Monday Morning Message 

Welcome to Nate's Monday Morning Message! I trust that all of you reading this had a wonderful Father’s Day weekend, and that you are surviving the excessive heat warning. While I know the heat isn’t always our favorite thing about our beautiful state, it is still exciting to be a part of history, and especially when Arizona makes national news! I am grateful for cold air condition and a relaxing pool that makes the summer temps a little more bearable. Stay cool and let’s make it a great week!


The 7 Stages of Dealing with Arizona’s Heat

Stage 1: Mild Panic. Sometime in February there’s a brief hot spell where the temperature rises to about 85. It seems like things are escalating too quickly. Those couple of nights in December and January in the upper 30s apparently took away any tolerance we had developed to warm weather and this minor temperature bump stirs a little panic.

Stage 2: Sadness. The first 100-degree day provokes sadness, especially if it’s in early April. We wonder why the first settlers decided to make a home here in the Valley, not up in Prescott.

Stage 3: Shock. The first 110+ degree day, hopefully in June occasionally in May, always surprises us by reminding us just how hot that is.

Stage 4: Excitement. When the first monsoon storm sweeps in, usually around July 4th. So exciting. Unless you’re on the road driving towards it.

Stage 5: Resignation. By late July, even with occasional monsoon storms, we just leave town, generally to San Diego.

Stage 6: Anger. By early October, long after the vacations, when it’s still 100, even the gentlest of Phoenicians are so tired of the heat that they just want to get into a fight. With anyone.

Stage 7. Relief. But then all is forgiven on that October morning when you walk outside to a chill in the air (i.e. low uppers 60s). Break out the long-sleeve shirts and the full-length yoga pants, and bundle up like we’re in the Games of Thrones because winter is coming.

Phoenix is a melting pot. Literally. Pots are melting. But at the end of the day – no matter if we’re from Iowa, Mexico or in the rare instance, Arizona – can band together and commiserate about the relentless heat and awe in wonder at the storm building on the horizon that occasionally brings magic water from the sky. We’re all in this together. There’s nowhere else we’d rather be.

Source: Written by Dominic Verstegen. Reach him at Read full article at:


“You know you’re an Arizona native, when you take rain dances seriously.” - Skip Boye

“Summer is a promissory note signed in June, its long days spent and gone before you know it, and due to be repaid next January.” - Hal Borland

“You know you’re an Arizona native, when in your heart you’re sure that at the end of the rainbow there is not a pot of gold – but a good Mexican restaurant.” - James W. Cook

“Oh, the summer night, has a smile of light, and she sits on a sapphire throne.” - Bryan Procter

“You know you live in Phoenix when the four seasons are: tolerable, hot, really hot, and are you freakin’ kidding me?” - Author unknown

Nate Martinez, RE/MAX Professionals