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August 07, 2007
It's Here! The Fourth Annual Heat-Wave Lock-Down!
As I'm sure you might have gathered, I hate summer. I don't like temperatures to get above 75 degrees. I'm not a big fan of the sun. In a perfect world, I like overcast, a little chilly, and perhaps a little damp. In a perfect world, St. Louis would be either Seattle, Portland or London. But this isn't a perfect world, and once a year (at least) the heat gets so vile that I declare Heat-Wave Lock-Down Day.
That day was today. While I love snow days, I hate heat-wave lock-down days. Heat makes me nervous and uncomfortable. Snow days are filled with cozy things like long-simmering soup, making homemade cookies, and snuggling on the couch with hot beverages. Heat-wave lock-down days are filled with things like waiting for the air conditioner to freeze up, doing everything in my power to not turn on the stove, and having mild panic attacks any time someone else's sweaty, clammy skin touches mine.
Well, except for Clara Jane. I'm used to her crawling all over me. That didn't make it any better when, this afternoon, I blew a raspberry on her bare armpit and found myself with a mouthful of sweat.
There is not enough Klonopin in this house for me to survive more than one Heat-Wave Lock-Down with two bored dogs and a child with sweaty armpits, on which I put my mouth.
There is nothing to write about on Heat-Wave Lock-Down Day. Sweaty armpits are the height of excitement. We've watched far too much TV. We jumped on the spare bedroom bed for so long that it's likely to cause Immediate Lumbar Failure in the next person who attempts to sleep on it. I did knit a little while Clara Jane played with beads. Then I kept myself busy by picking hundreds of wee little seed beads out of berber carpet.
I could finish the new blog design, but it's hard to do that when my brain got bruised from jumping on the bed.
This is one of those lulls that always happens at the end of a season. It just seems more extreme to me in summer. There's lots of cool stuff to look forward to. Crafta Nostra and Strange Folk Festival. Wilco in my old college town with B. (who hasn't been to a show with me since he took me to see Springsteen for our anniversary five years ago), Kristina, and possibly someone I've known since I was, I don't know, Clara Jane's age.
The pink hair-dyeing is coming up in a few weeks. And I'm starting to plan a new tattoo. There's also a birthday trip to Memphis to see someone peachy coming in October.
I dislike living in anticipation. Today was fun, really. I had a day with no responsibilities in which to play with my kid. That's awesome. Even if her pits are sweaty.
Posted by Robin at August 7, 2007 08:16 PM
Comments
Oh I am so with you on the hating the hot weather thing. Why did I have to be born in Florida which only has two seasons "green" and "brown"? The only things that get me excited this time of year are the awesome thunderstorms we get. I looooove those.
Posted by: Jennifer K. at August 7, 2007 11:02 PM
I hear ya sista! It's too hot to even be in the field at all this week. I'm holed up in my little grey veal pen ordering out for lunch every day! Just the walk from the parking garage makes me sweat.
Posted by: Amy in StL at August 8, 2007 12:42 PM
Because it will probably happen again, do you know the nylon hose/vacuum cleaner trick for getting tiny things (that you want to keep) out of the carpet? (put a knee-high stocking over the wand of the vac, vac up what you want, put end over a container and turn vac off so that objects fall into container)
Posted by: Jane at August 8, 2007 12:57 PM
I hate the heat. It's like you said there's so many fun things to do when it's cold, including snow ball fights and sledding. I live in the worst place for heat, at least there is the invention of AC.
Posted by: Cassie at August 8, 2007 01:27 PM
Just over two months until the Pilgrimage. And it'll be lovely weather in Mississippi.
I'm still ooging out over the sweaty armpit.
Posted by: Dixie at August 8, 2007 03:39 PM
