As the month of August draws to a close, I can think only one thing:
I hate summer.
We seem to have reached that point in the year where the constant burning swelter has broken my spirit and, also, sapped my will to live. Everything is covered in sweat. I’m sweating. When I hug my boys, they are covered in sweat. My hair appears to be sweating. And this is inside of my air-conditioned house (not that we can afford to set it to some crazy temperature…like 79…). Last night I was wearing a pair of cotton ankle socks, and I had to take them off because I felt so warm I was getting sick. I remember, in December we installed a fan in our living room. We turned it on to test it out, but quickly turned it off again in alarm as helicopter-force winds disarranged the room, actually lifting small objects from their places and moving them around. “Wow,” we said. “I don’t think we’re ever going to use that setting.” It just goes to show how wrong you can be about some things.
Any task requiring concentration – like this blog post, for instance – gets put off and in many cases forgotten by my heat-muddled mind. (I think it’s been two or three days since I started writing it.) We have reached the point where I can’t remember being chilly, and strain my brain though I might, the prospect of cooler weather in the future seems unlikely ever to occur. We are totally going to freeze when we go to Japan this February. Freeeeeeeeeeze.
Listen to that word, though. Just the word is refreshing. Freeeeeeeeze. Freeeeeeeee-ze. Free-zuh. Free. Greg and I are both just waiting to get out of here. He has a snowboard in the garage that has been collecting dust for three years, I have a love affair with sweaters and long-sleeved shirts that has been put on hold for the same amount of time. As a crocheter and a knitter (by the way, crocheters, check out the Interweave Crochet fall preview. Kim is working wonders over there!), I am nothing short of thrilled at the greater range it’s going to offer for my skills. Most of all, though, I look forward to being able to think comfortably again. Nothing keeps the mind alert like a healthy dose of cold weather!
I suppose the answer for now at least is to keep my goals small and manageable. Like this, for instance:
I made that for Max this week. Little tip, if you tell a three-year-old what you’re making for him before it’s finished, he’ll try to get it. Because, apparently, he doesn’t care if it doesn’t have wings, or a windshield. Good to know. The airplane is shown slightly larger than its actual size, I think it’s almost three inches long.