Do you want to hear about the heat? No. Do I want to write about the heat? No. Am I sick of the bang post staring me down? YES. (Although, the bangs? My love grows stronger every day. Highly recommend the bangs.) So, here I am, writing a post. About the heat that is slowly sucking the soul out of my body.
This weekend included a combination of two kiddie pools, one adult pool, several comfortable beach chairs in the shade, two consecutive Ping Pong competition days, cold Pacificos with lime, pizza and barbecue. Yet, I was pissy most of the time.
Trying to perform daily functions in a house that registers 90 degrees inside is just wrong. Your entire body is constantly covered in a slimy layer of sweat. You can forget about sleeping soundly. Or the baby napping. You are forced to spend the entire day outside, sharing your space with the masses of aggressive flies or at the mall with 49 million people. My entire block has eaten dinner outside on patios or lawns for the past couple of days. People everywhere.
My point is, that yes, YES, there is a small downside to living at the beach. And that downside is late-August through mid-September. Other than that, well, it is glorious. (Keep reminding yourself of that fact, Whoorl!)
*Wiping my brow and repeating, “It’s glorious. It’s glorious. Beaches are glorrrrrrrious.”*
The forecast predicts a cooling trend starting tomorrow, so we will keep our fingers crossed.
Oh, look! The bang post has officially been bumped out of sight.
Mission accomplished. Goodbye.
p.s. – Oh! How could I forget? A VERY wonderful thing happened yesterday. I found two pairs of my very favorite flats for 75% off. $150 flats for $37.50! Now, THAT is glorious.