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So last night we made jam... as one does, right?
This afternoon/evening it's been even hotter. Leaving the air conditioning at work was like stepping into an oven with a wet wool blanket over me. And that despite the crazy amounts of wind! I made it home - I do not have air conditioning in my car so this was kind of like a challenge of will to keep from passing out - and spent the next couple of hours laying on the livingroom floor, reading (an awesome, complex [though maybe I'm simple] Vorkosigan-verse fanfic with Ivan/Byerly by ellen fremedon - Twenty-year Man) and then made tacos. And am now considering going back to the livingroom floor to read Chapter Two of Patrick O'Brian's "The Commodore" (from the Aubrey/Maturin series... no kidding, it's often referred to as that, officially) because moving or even thinking too much is overheating me.
Hawk has taken his van and both kayaks and gone off somewhere - hopefully to get his brakes fixed, but probably also to toast his hide out on the water. I don't think the dude ever uses sunscreen. Why did he get the nice, easily tanning skin? I mean, I like pale and freckly on other people, but sometimes I'm envious. Although, when I think about it, I'm probably mostly envious that he seems content to run around almost naked but for shorts so that he gets to tan all over, whereas I am A) self-conscious, because I'm not near as fit, and B) society doesn't allow women to run around topless. Totally unfair. If I could at least be somewhat evenly freckled it would look a lot better. And yet I also would not be out in the sun today because I would toast like a tortilla on a griddle.
Okay, time for more lemonade, potty (yay, I pee!*) and The Commodore. Wish me luck sleeping tonight, seeing as it's fifteen degrees warmer in the bedroom. :P
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*Years ago Hawk discovered how to not stop on long drives when he took Eightball's little VW Rabbit (which he had inherited from our grandfather) cross-country. The heat in the car was stuck on, it had to be on or the car would overheat, which, as Hawk pointed out, is fine in Maine but in Utah was on the difficult side. He was in just his high school track shorts, head hanging out the window like a dog, drinking constantly, and didn't have to pee all day because he was sweating it out. So, if you ever need to really go for long runs, just crank up the heat and put a pile of towels on the seat. Keep drinking, though.
This afternoon/evening it's been even hotter. Leaving the air conditioning at work was like stepping into an oven with a wet wool blanket over me. And that despite the crazy amounts of wind! I made it home - I do not have air conditioning in my car so this was kind of like a challenge of will to keep from passing out - and spent the next couple of hours laying on the livingroom floor, reading (an awesome, complex [though maybe I'm simple] Vorkosigan-verse fanfic with Ivan/Byerly by ellen fremedon - Twenty-year Man) and then made tacos. And am now considering going back to the livingroom floor to read Chapter Two of Patrick O'Brian's "The Commodore" (from the Aubrey/Maturin series... no kidding, it's often referred to as that, officially) because moving or even thinking too much is overheating me.
Hawk has taken his van and both kayaks and gone off somewhere - hopefully to get his brakes fixed, but probably also to toast his hide out on the water. I don't think the dude ever uses sunscreen. Why did he get the nice, easily tanning skin? I mean, I like pale and freckly on other people, but sometimes I'm envious. Although, when I think about it, I'm probably mostly envious that he seems content to run around almost naked but for shorts so that he gets to tan all over, whereas I am A) self-conscious, because I'm not near as fit, and B) society doesn't allow women to run around topless. Totally unfair. If I could at least be somewhat evenly freckled it would look a lot better. And yet I also would not be out in the sun today because I would toast like a tortilla on a griddle.
Okay, time for more lemonade, potty (yay, I pee!*) and The Commodore. Wish me luck sleeping tonight, seeing as it's fifteen degrees warmer in the bedroom. :P
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*Years ago Hawk discovered how to not stop on long drives when he took Eightball's little VW Rabbit (which he had inherited from our grandfather) cross-country. The heat in the car was stuck on, it had to be on or the car would overheat, which, as Hawk pointed out, is fine in Maine but in Utah was on the difficult side. He was in just his high school track shorts, head hanging out the window like a dog, drinking constantly, and didn't have to pee all day because he was sweating it out. So, if you ever need to really go for long runs, just crank up the heat and put a pile of towels on the seat. Keep drinking, though.
I had to turn a light on in order to sew the button back on my favorite pants (floppy, old khakis, very comfy in this weather) and the bulb kicked out so much obvious heat. It's still hotter outside than inside, which is ridiculous at 8:40pm in this clime. Phew it's hot. (You have to imagine that said like the Abominable Snowman - here, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m1ER6bGh1Sk at about 4:57. I've actually seen this episode often enough on tv that I was able to click right to the right part first try.)
I walked into work in those old khakis, my Tilly hat, white undershirt, sandals, and someone told me that in that outfit I looked "like Summer itself! Like you're on your way to Scarborough Beach!" Which kind of makes me feel like I'm somehow starting to fit into my environment, developed protective camouflage. I look like a middle-class soccer mom. ;) (Someone else had told me I looked like I was going to kick ass with Indiana Jones, another said all I needed was a pair of binoculars and I would look like a bird watcher, so it really is a pretty effective camo, very adaptable.)
Well, I guess I can't sit still in front of the computer for long, either, I'm starting to hurt all over. Guess I'd better go do some stretching. Nothing at all from me for days and then I spam you with blithering - sorry!
I walked into work in those old khakis, my Tilly hat, white undershirt, sandals, and someone told me that in that outfit I looked "like Summer itself! Like you're on your way to Scarborough Beach!" Which kind of makes me feel like I'm somehow starting to fit into my environment, developed protective camouflage. I look like a middle-class soccer mom. ;) (Someone else had told me I looked like I was going to kick ass with Indiana Jones, another said all I needed was a pair of binoculars and I would look like a bird watcher, so it really is a pretty effective camo, very adaptable.)
Well, I guess I can't sit still in front of the computer for long, either, I'm starting to hurt all over. Guess I'd better go do some stretching. Nothing at all from me for days and then I spam you with blithering - sorry!
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