Recently, it’s started to cool off a little bit. That would tend to happen in the later part of summer, right? Seems logical? I couldn’t say. It’s so hot that I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHAT LOGIC IS.
I guess this is how weather in New England has always been, but according to most news outlets each year is setting new records for heat. So when it gets cooler for a few days and I can get through the day without feeling like I’m melting–and then it gets hot again, I really feel offended. The weather has perpetrated a personal slight against me. I get too comfortable when it cools off, thinking that I’ll finally be able to function like a human rather than a pile of goo, and I’m never prepared for the heat wave that ALWAYS comes back again, it seems.
That was very badly written. It’s because I’m so hot. Because my room retains heat like it’s lined in lead or something. (Is that how lead would work? I’m really tired so I’m not sure if that’s correct.)
This post is stupid.
Death to summer. Long live fall!
Now is the time when people start saying “Oh, summer’s almost over!” and of course, giving the impression (or stating outright) that they’re really bummed about it. If you go by school schedules then it’s true that summer break is over, but summer actually ends on/around September 20, so there is about a month and a half left of summer. Which is, technically, about half of summer remaining!
As a person whose schedule doesn’t actually change depending on the seasons, I think of their divisions in relation to the solstices and equinoxes. (Equinoces? If you know the actual correct plural, feel free to tell me in a comment!) None of that grade-school schedule crap remained ingrained.
And as a person whose schedule doesn’t change depending on the seasons, I don’t get especially excited about summer. I don’t have a pool to dip into whenever I feel like it and I don’t have air conditioning at home (and if I did I’d be cold all the time), and I don’t have the ability to take a nice big section of vacation days for a fun trip (I could take the days off, but since they’d be unpaid I wouldn’t have any money to go anywhere). Summer mostly means being too warm all the time, sweating a lot, and trying to make sure I put sunscreen at least over my tattoos, if not my exposed skin in general, all the time.
As it is now the middle of summer, I can say definitively that this summer is nothing too special. I finally got to wear a bathing suit that I bought last year (a pretty retro-style suit at about half price, thank you very much), and I’ve had some nice cold coffee and tea drinks. Other than that, it’s just one too-hot day after another that I’m trying to survive. I would like to say I’m excited for fall, but I really feel like the foliage has let me down for the past half-decade or so, before plunging into winter that’s either blizzards on top of blizzards or a continuous stream of gross, icy slush.
Maybe I’m just OVER New England. The romantic aspects of the seasons get completely overshadowed by the annoying ones and I’m left much less than happy. While I can look forward to wearing my leather jacket and favorite scarf again, I’m dreading the all-too-quick passage of the fall respite from hot weather into the salt-encrusted frustrations of winter.
(I will admit, though, that I have the MOST fabulous winter coat and it will be nice to take it out again. And I do generally enjoy Christmas.)
When the weather cooled down a little while ago, it felt so good. Too good, really. Weather just should not make me this happy. But it seems that as much as I hate being cold (so I wear multiple layers every day in the winter), I also can’t stand being hot. My body just does not react well to it.
This is the reason I love fall. It has nothing to do with a particular flavor of latte or the leaves changing. It’s because the relief of being too hot for days (or weeks!!!!) on end finally comes. It’s finally possible to wear clothes without wanting to pass out.
Sure, I could just drink beverages loaded up with ice all day, but 1. the ice melts really fast and 2. then I have to pee every ten minutes. I also don’t have easy access to a pool, air conditioning or even good air flow at home, or nearly enough clothes that are loose and airy but still things I can wear in public.
If you are an adult (who does not work as a teacher) and you love summer, I’m sorry but I think you’re lying.
Life is madness.
I didn’t even get a chance to post this in the morning. That is how madness it is.
If you read my writing blog, then you probably have some idea how I feel about the 4th of July. Maybe if I went off and had a barbeque and got to watch fireworks without thousands of people pushing in from all sides, I might enjoy it more. However, I didn’t get to do that. Mostly, it was crowded and stressful. As a day off from work it didn’t help me much. I had to work all weekend to get to the point I was aiming for this week. I REALLY don’t want to fall behind my goals at work right now. Catching up is way too difficult.
It’s been very hot lately. Now, I know that there are plenty of areas of the world where it has been in the hundreds, even up to 130 or so, and we’ve only had a high of 95 or so in Boston. ONLY 95, GUYS!!! It’s too much for me. Especially because it’s always so humid. It always feels at least 5 degrees hotter than it is, if not more, and even if you never go outside, and don’t really do anything that active for most of the day, you feel kind of clammy all day long. I’ve been trying to continuously drink water to avoid dehydration, and I think I’m doing well, but I still have a headache right now.
Between frequently staying somewhat late at work, ridiculous heat, attempting to organize the unfortunate piles of stuff in my room, trying without much luck to have a social life, and trying to sort out various other things, I’ve gotten to a point where I feel almost like I don’t have time to breathe. This is, of course, metaphorical, as breathing is an automated process that happens without effort as you’re doing other things. I know, it’s amazing. But what I mean is time to relax, recharge… reduce, reuse, recycle. You know. All those things they tell you to do that begin with “re.”
Damn. I need a massage.
This is the breakfast I got to have to reward myself for getting out to vote early enough to actually have time for breakfast afterward.
At Cafenation in Brighton. I ordered the Spanish Sunrise omelet, stuffed full of beans and cheese and a delicious salsa fresca. There was cilantro in my eggs! Perfect! It came with nicely ripe melon and a stack of buttered Iggy’s toast. I was so happy about the toast–so often when your breakfast comes with toast, they fail both to avoid burning it and to put the butter on before it’s cooled off too much to melt it. Cafenation, doing toast right! I almost never get to have this type of breakfast on a weekday.
And of course, an iced coffee because it’s a hot day! I considered chai, but coffee mornings are most wonderful. But if you don’t like coffee, Cafenation has really good iced tea, including one of their summer drinks, Thai iced tea (which I just have to get a few times every summer, it’s delicious but very sweet).
They also had tons of day old bread available, so I got one bag of baked goods (the scone will be either a mid-morning or mid-afternoon snack) and one of ciabatta rolls. They aren’t hard at all! I love when the day old bread is still fresh and soft.
That’s my breakfast spiel. Did you vote? Did you have a nice breakfast? Are you thinking about iced coffee and/or tea? I need to know!
**By the way, that out-of-place clothing tag on the table is actually my bookmark.