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What Happened To Spring?
Apr. 12th, 2011 04:24 amI try to appreciate all the seasons in their place. I have a thing for the turning of the wheel.
It's not a big secret that I like winter best. I am not as fond of summer as I was as a kid, but I think that's because I used to live minutes from the ocean and now I have no beach access and have to pay for air conditioning.
I am not patient with people (I am talking mostly news/weather people here) who project themselves into my living room and whine all winter for hot summer weather. And I am notoriously cranky at people who whine for hot summer weather all winter, and then start whining about the heat as soon as the summer weather kicks in.
So - It's April, and I think it should be Spring here in the Northeast. Not only is it only Aprl, it is 4 am and should be a reasonably (or even unreasonably) cool time of day. But NO - even though Jim set the fan up in the window before he fell asleep, it is so freaking hot, I am drenched with sweat - actual running rivulets.
I am currently stripped to a singlet and a laptop, and the laptop is about to go because it has ceased to offer me anything worth doing that is worth having its heat on my lap for.
I am off to bed... (which won't bring any relief since even after thirty something years, Jim believes in sleeping like those Inca walls where you cannot pass a leaf between two adjoining stones. Generally, I approve of this, but right now I feel like covering the floor with paper towels and rolling around on them.)
It's not a big secret that I like winter best. I am not as fond of summer as I was as a kid, but I think that's because I used to live minutes from the ocean and now I have no beach access and have to pay for air conditioning.
I am not patient with people (I am talking mostly news/weather people here) who project themselves into my living room and whine all winter for hot summer weather. And I am notoriously cranky at people who whine for hot summer weather all winter, and then start whining about the heat as soon as the summer weather kicks in.
So - It's April, and I think it should be Spring here in the Northeast. Not only is it only Aprl, it is 4 am and should be a reasonably (or even unreasonably) cool time of day. But NO - even though Jim set the fan up in the window before he fell asleep, it is so freaking hot, I am drenched with sweat - actual running rivulets.
I am currently stripped to a singlet and a laptop, and the laptop is about to go because it has ceased to offer me anything worth doing that is worth having its heat on my lap for.
I am off to bed... (which won't bring any relief since even after thirty something years, Jim believes in sleeping like those Inca walls where you cannot pass a leaf between two adjoining stones. Generally, I approve of this, but right now I feel like covering the floor with paper towels and rolling around on them.)
