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Blaugust 25: Yes, It IS Too Hot


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!

Blaugust 7: Midsummer


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.)

 

Blaugust 5: Too Darn Hot


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.

Monday Madness: Slushy Sidewalks, and Health Insurance (unrelated)


From my window on the third floor, I looked down and there was a nice white sheet on the ground. “Hey look, snow!” Then I went outside, about 1/2 hour later. “Oh… slush. Fuck.”

Snow would be ok. Light, powdery, fun snow. This is more in the freezing rain category, making sidewalks just slippery enough to be a potential problem, and causing giant icy puddles to form at the edge of every curb. This is disgusting, completely unacceptable weather.

Speaking of unacceptable weather, I haven’t managed to complete my health insurance application for the program that’s supposed to replace Commonwealth Care–and don’t even get me started on the fact that they can’t for some reason just transfer everyone over to the new service. You know, like this: “If you qualified for [this program] under the old policies, you will now have [this program].”

I keep thinking, people whose jobs provide them health insurance must have it so much easier, because their employers give them all the forms and whatnot. They don’t have to figure it out themselves.

One reason the application is taking so long is that the website is always having glitches. The first two times I went to do it, the whole thing just wouldn’t work. Now, every time the wording of a question makes me go, “No, neither of those actually apply,” I end up somehow getting kicked out of the application and then I have to go through it from the beginning.

If anyone reading this has managed to do the application and has any tips on how to complete the damn thing, please let me know.

Anyway, considering that you have to register and pay, not just do the application, by the 23rd in order to have insurance in January, it’s looking more and more like I’m getting screwed out of health insurance for the beginning of next year. By a fucking website.

Monday Madness: My Head Hurts


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.

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