Summer, Baby
In a car. Martha's Vineyard.
1:44 pm. Saturday. 2012. 26 May.
Surely, I am not the only one who feels like she's being baked from the inside out every time she graces the steamy sidewalks of New York with her presence? I might have melted a full inch waiting for a light to change on Madison this afternoon. That does not bode well for someone who's barely 5'4".
If my tone sounds self-important, it's only because I'm feeling mightily neglected by the weather gods. When can a gal get a break from this oppressive heat? Woe is me.
In the dead dank of winter, when it's dark before I enter my office building and then dark again by the time I emerge at the end of the day, sure, I yearn for her. For Summer. I dream and long for her warmth just like all the other shortsighted fools who forget about the chest zits, blistery red nose pimples, and twice daily showers. If you could see my skin right now...oh, the horror. And don't get me started on the stink of human sweat trapped inside poorly ventilated elevators. And the dog poo in the sun, oh, the dog poo in the sun! Yesterday, I barely missed a smoldering heap. I was wearing capri sandals and threw up a little thinking about the close proximity of my bare feet to the wee excrement atoms of our canine friends.
All these unkind affairs of Summer, these are the parts of her that make me turn up my nose and wonder how people manage to live in a city like this so happily and joyously among the wretched smells and dirt. And then I remember: because they spend halcyon summer weekends at their delicious beach homes in the Hamptons.
So, the moral of this story is that I need a beach house. And not one of those six-to-a-bedroom deals either, because I'm not ten anymore.
I feel the same way about summer, except I'm experiencing it on the west coast, in Las Vegas. I cannot wait until fall, which will come sometime in October. I am making a solemn vow to not live here in the summer anymore, beginning next year. I will do whatever it takes to not be here.
ReplyDeleteSo you're gonna laugh. I just stepped out of my office which is about 50 degrees F fully expecting the summer heat to thaw me out but not so! It's cloudy and a touch muggy, but almost kind of cool today. [Gasp!] Now I know that complaining on my blog gets things moving.
DeleteSweltering right along up here in the "heat island" known as Toronto.
ReplyDeleteGod help me. I hear you. I curse being a runner in this weather.
And my hair. Oh...my hair. The word "rat's nest" comes to mind.
No joke.
To a benign fall. AND CLOUDS.
Fall. Sweet, sweet fall. To be precise, a New England fall. With the vibrant oak foliage of my Pennsylvania childhood autumns. And air that's just a touch chilly. And warm drinks. And all things cinnamon and pumpkin. Pumpkin! Now you've got me excited.
DeleteLOL. PS I meant to say that this photo (I think it is you?) is stunning. Yes, all your photos are stunning, painterly, imaginative-but I love when I get to see your face too!
ReplyDeleteHere's to fall. It'll be here before we know it!
Thank you and yes, it's me. Hmm. I suppose it is difficult for readers to know what I look like when I spend so much time behind the lens than in front of it. Thank goodness for mirrors like this one, aye?
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