Every summer I get to the point where I am tired of being hot, tired of the lack of schedule, tired of myself. In a word, as Owl would say, bored. Which is odd, because there is still plenty to do, and my to-do list for this weekend is two pages, most of which are things that I was looking forward to a few days ago. But at the moment, nothing sounds good, so here I am to inflict my grumpiness on my poor unsuspecting readers. Well, maybe not so unsuspecting since I just warned you.
We had a summer like this about ten or twelve years ago, with a month's worth of days where the temps exceed 85. That sounds pleasantly balmy to my Texas family, but believe me, when your house is un-air conditioned and many local restaurants and offices are similarly lacking, it is too hot. We had just moved into our last house when the last one of these too-hot summers happened, and I whined and cajoled until Dean agreed to get air conditioning. Then we didn't need it again for another three or four years.
So this time, I'm hanging tough. We can wait at least another summer or two to see whether or not this is a permanent trend (thank you very much, global warming), or just another freakishly hot couple of months. We have an abundance of fans collected over the years, and most years, they work just fine. Just this year, they haven't been quite enough.
Actually, in spite of the heat (which is mixed with smoke from wildfires today, making it extra-specially oppressive), I am cheering up. I googled Pooh quotes to go with the Owl reference above, and have these gems to share:
“People say nothing is impossible, but I do nothing every day.”
It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn't use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words like "What about lunch?”
“When you wake up in the morning, Pooh,” said Piglet at last, “what's the first thing you say to yourself?”
“What's for breakfast?” said Pooh. “What do you say, Piglet?”
“I say, I wonder what's going to happen exciting to-day?” said Piglet.
Pooh nodded thoughtfully. “It's the same thing,” he said.
Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. "Pooh?" he whispered.
"Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's hand. "I just wanted to be sure of you.”
“If the person you are talking to doesn't appear to be listening, be patient. It may simply be that he has a small piece of fluff in his ear.”
And this, which is exactly my experience of keeping a blog:
“When you are a Bear of Very Little Brain, and you Think of Things, you find sometimes that a Thing which seemed very Thingish inside you is quite different when it gets out into the open and has other people looking at it.”
So there you go. This was going to be something else when I sat down, but the wisdom of Pooh seems good enough for now. Maybe I will re-read Milne this weekend. Have a good one.