Silly story about the weather

Living on a continent in the opposite hemisphere to the one I was raised has led to an interesting problem for me. I never know what month it is. My brain and body assign the month to the weather and that never comes up with the right answer for where I'm living now. I always have to pause and think about it and in the process get some strange looks at times.

Here's an example. While visiting my family in Texas one February, my mom took us to an indoor play-zone. It's was our 2nd or 3rd day in America and we were adjusting to the cooler weather. As I filled in the admittance form I paused on the date line. I had to think for a moment about the warm clothing I was wearing, the hot summer we just left, what date was on our tickets and while my brain is playing catch up the lady at the counter gives me a, "lady what is wrong with you?" look. Finally, I blurt out "February" as if I had just one a competition. Mom leans over the counter and with sweet sympathy and slight condescension says, "She's from Africa." to which the lady nods with apparent understanding (to what I'm not sure). And I reply, "Mom, it's still February in Africa."

Thinking about this on our beautiful spring/summer day on August 27th. Giggling and missing my mom something fierce.