Thursday, March 19, 2009

Dog Days of Summer?

I am so hot. And not in a good way. Its 72 degrees in my house, and I am boiling! Its been really warm and sunny the last few days and I am bitter and annoyed. Winter lasted about fifteen minutes, the rain came and went, and spring is flourishing every where you look. Summer is long enough without it starting in March. Everyone you talk to is talking about how great the weather is, how beautiful it is, and I am so grumpy about it.
Fall and winter are my favorite seasons. I'm an indoor sort of gal, and when the weather is so nice all the time, you feel so much pressure to go out and "enjoy" it. I like cold drizzzely days, the sound of my heater flaming up, blankets, scarves etc. and all this sunshine does not go with my plan. I don't like hot. I feel like I can always get warmer if I'm cold, but its hard to cool down once I'm hot. I am already dreading summer, and the three or four-day stretches of 100 degree weather. I have no insulation or air conditioning, and by two in the afternoon my house is an oven and I am cranky.
If this "winter" is any indication, we are in for a hot summer, and I am just not made for heat. I don't remember it being this hot when I was growing up here, but I also wasn't carrying extra poundage. Its a dry heat, but it still sucks. I'm going to check if the farmer's almanac is on line and see what it says about this summer.
They closed the McDonalds near my house, and they're replacing it with an upscale burger place with cocktails. I'm choosing not to see this a sign from the universe. Unless the sign is to drink more cocktails.
I washed my sofa slip covers today, and they are a tiny bit cleaner. I think we need to budget for a new sofa in the next year or so. Stained and worn out sofas look like college, and even though I feel like college, I want to look like a grown up. Most days, I don't feel a day over nineteen, and I feel like I'm playing house, and sometimes I look around and wonder "where the hell am I?" Just like that Talking Heads song "And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile, And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife, And you may ask yourself - well, how did I get here?" How indeed!
College kids don't spend a lot of time scrubbing bathrooms, so I can use that excuse.
Do they still sell that bitter apple stuff that you put on kids fingers to make them stop chewing? Leila constantly has her fingers in her mouth and it drives me nuts. Especially since I know how often she washes her hands.
Sorry I'm a little all over the place today. Its just too damn hot. I think I have to move to a colder climate.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Move to Portland! You'd love the weather here.

joanna said...

Yesssss. Portland would be great. Or SEATTLE!!!
Brynne I would love for you to move to the PNW!
We never have problems like 100 degree days up here.