The weather has been absolutely beautiful this summer.
Until about a week ago that is.
Stunning, really. It was in the low to mid-eighties (26 or so for you Celsius types) with cool breezes and even cooler evenings and very low humidity. I started wearing my summer hats a while back, but I could still wear shirt sleeves without being carried away by uncontrollable urges to randomly wrench my clothes off my body in public places.
I thrilled at this beautiful summer we were having.
[cue appropriate music, perhaps w/ a rain stick, sounds of waves pounding the beach & steel drums in the background - all cut short with, hmm - one harsh beating of deep piano keys just left to echo and fade....]
And then it was over. To be over until, unfortunately, the end of October really. It's now hotter'n'hell. Over 100 degrees in the afternoons. And it's humid. Absolutely gross, I can feel this heavy air hanging in my lungs, pressing down against my body as if it wanted to physically depress me. It's a third entity in our home now; a child really, that we must somehow appease in order to make life bearable.
Ah yes, I enjoyed my summer of open windows and beautiful breezes. Now, just as proudly as I opened the windows previously, I walk in my door, throw down my keys and humbly flip on the A/C.
Of course, the A/C only works for the room that it is in, constraining us further not to leave the one chosen room of sanity.
Nature, I'll see you in October - once you're finished with your temper tantrum.
So, if i hadn't had a housemate, a maid, and frequent guests in Gambia I would have often just closed the door and the drapes and been in my house naked (or mostly there). But, alas, other people exist and there was some semblance of decency that was required. So, I wore long pants and long shirts with undershirts all the time when I was in Gambia. I'm sure that everyone thought that I looked like I was going to die but I got used to it.
we are in a similar boat in DC- and I have the pleasure of walking up and down steep hills into and out of the woods as I take children in challenge activities. My glasses actually fog up from my sweating!
amen. and that's all there is to it. Ick.