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Cooling off
Jul. 5th, 2002 10:35 pmI've always been a winter-person; I do much better in cold weather than in heat. At least, that's what I thought until I sat down and actually paid attention to my body and it's responses. For some reason, over the past few years my cold-tolerance has been seriously waning. I used to make it through Boston winters with nothing but a leather jacket, which was usually unzipped; now I need a heavy coat, gloves, scarf, and layers of clothes.
Aha, I thought to myself. At least I'll be happier in summertime. If I can't deal with the cold, it must be that I'll deal with the heat better than ever.
Nope. Unfortunately, life isn't bound by fairness. So I've spent the past few days doing my best not to melt or spontaneously combust. While dragging my worldly belongings up and down the stairs of an un-air-conditioned apartment. I've managed to avoid heatstroke, but I've spent way too much time feeling clammy and sick. At least I've overcome my severe aversion to shorts; there comes a point when comfort wins out over modesty and embarrassment.
But today... ah, glorious beautiful breezy marvel of a day! Sunshine, just warm enough to be pleasant, but cool enough to keep comfortable. Even if I had to work, I could just enjoy knowing that the world wasn't being steam-cleaned again, that my cats would be able to stand up instead of lying in fuzzy puddles on the tile floor, that if I could go outside I would.
It's dark now, and cool enough that I've only got my window open an inch or two. My angel of a boyfriend weeded the garden today, and it's beautiful. We have teeny zucchini on two plants, and even a few infant tomatos. With any luck, the weather will hold and we'll be able to finish painting the house tomorrow. We have a magnificent new bed to sleep in, and a climate actually conducive to both sleep and snuggling.
Life is good.
Aha, I thought to myself. At least I'll be happier in summertime. If I can't deal with the cold, it must be that I'll deal with the heat better than ever.
Nope. Unfortunately, life isn't bound by fairness. So I've spent the past few days doing my best not to melt or spontaneously combust. While dragging my worldly belongings up and down the stairs of an un-air-conditioned apartment. I've managed to avoid heatstroke, but I've spent way too much time feeling clammy and sick. At least I've overcome my severe aversion to shorts; there comes a point when comfort wins out over modesty and embarrassment.
But today... ah, glorious beautiful breezy marvel of a day! Sunshine, just warm enough to be pleasant, but cool enough to keep comfortable. Even if I had to work, I could just enjoy knowing that the world wasn't being steam-cleaned again, that my cats would be able to stand up instead of lying in fuzzy puddles on the tile floor, that if I could go outside I would.
It's dark now, and cool enough that I've only got my window open an inch or two. My angel of a boyfriend weeded the garden today, and it's beautiful. We have teeny zucchini on two plants, and even a few infant tomatos. With any luck, the weather will hold and we'll be able to finish painting the house tomorrow. We have a magnificent new bed to sleep in, and a climate actually conducive to both sleep and snuggling.
Life is good.
