I really dislike winter – the times the frigid, biting wind stings my ears; when the water running from my eyes attempts to freeze on my cheeks and my nostrils are joined to my lips with stalagmites. Oh, and, all that snow & ice – yep, I dislike winter.
But, I really hate summer. Yes, I know it's only the first day. No, my body will *not* acclimate.
It was 97.1 in my courtyard yesterday; 94 on Saturday; 94.4 as I type this at 6.30 this evening.
I know many people love summer – barbecues and the beach; sitting at outdoor restaurants; hiking. Not me – I want air conditioning and as little outdoor exposure as possible. Summer is when I wish most that we had a car.
I don't like that it's difficult to get dry after the morning shower; that clothes lose their crispness as soon as they get over my head. That I walk to the metro feeling moisture develop in every crevice & fold. That I stand on badly ventilated underground platforms waiting for trains not knowing if the carriage I step into is going to have working a/c or not – and then having to decide if giving up a seat in a hot carriage is better value to swapping and standing in a less hot carriage (there is no such thing as a cool carriage – only in winter).
I don't have clothes that are thin enough and I think that even walking around in bare skin would not be cool enough especially given that some hormonal action means I'm often running hot anyway.
I can't buy ice-cream at the store because it will be flavoured milk by the time I walk home – even though I don't really like ice-cream. Chocolate becomes a goo-ey mess inside the foil; lettuce wilts and bananas over-ripen.
Yep, it's the first day in a series of long hot days……. summer is here and I'm full of whinges.
My cactus likes the weather though: