I wish I was a pancake too
On every flat surface where some coolness can be found, a cat is playing pancake, occasionnaly raising a dejected eye at me, as if to beg me to end this inferno. Would you believe that we went from having a huge air conditioner and many, many fans to having none at all? We sold the a.c., but since we moved in th emiddle of winter, we seem to have disregarded all manners of fans. Stoopid. Now it’s too hot for me to even think about walking to Canadian Tire. I don’t care what you say, it really is the humidity. Helped by asphalt, cement and too many people, I guess. Last weekend the sun was burning hot (okay, it usually is, but you know what I mean!) and my skin felt like paper at times, but I could handle it, I could find relief in the shade or the lake. Here and now I can only drip on my keyboard. Again, I mutter under my breath that I can’t take another summer in Montreal.
It took three days, but my brain came back from Eclipse. I averaged three hours of sleep per period of 24 hours there (sounds worse than it is, since it wasn’t in three hours shots and since it was preceded and followed by sleep), and although somehow this allows my body to keep dancing (again, in the lake, which was cool enough to really help my elbow), it does not allow for much higher brain functions. Patience goes first, followed by the ability to compromise and memory. All my parts are back now, I’m glad to report, and my smile is back as well. Work promises to keep me busy this month, and I’m not complaining: I feel refreshed and replenished (if only that replenishment wasn’t pouring out of me with my sweat!), and frankly, I look forward to September. I’ve always loved September. It usually has my kind of weather, and school starting again allows for a structure I can navigate around. Somehow, through all the back-to-school stuff we’ll have to do, I’ll find more simplicity, and the demands put on us from outside will diminish (for that I will be grateful… not that we don’t like being asked to go places and do stuff, etc., but we get so solicited, and not always in a friendly-happy way, that it can feel overwhelming to two poor souls, just trying to lead a very simple life!). September is also my birthday, and it usually coincides with the end of a cycle and the beginning of another. Spring cleaning? That’s for houses. I do my own internal September cleaning every year, like it or not.
