Just so y'all know: I may be a bit more sporadic in updating during the hot months. I have a few posts I've been meaning to do; these past few days--and no, it's not even that hot yet, today was lovely really--I've been feeling kind of mlehhh. I, like, wilt. My brain wilts. 'Tis the mugginess, I think, really, and the introduction of canned air into indoor buildings, and...anyway.
Then again, I may perk right up again tomorrow. Just, right now? Don't wanna.
Just so y'all know.
meanwhile, note to self:
when attempting to persuade one's Wee Beastie to cease and desist from pushing objects off high surfaces and onto the ground (whee!!), the best choice of phrasing is not, in fact, "Knock it off."
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I get cranky and also a bit bleurgh in the hot months too.
I think my brain - and my tolerance for stupidity and annoying people (always pretty low) - melts.
The winter is when my brain checks out, in fact I'm affected by SAD quite a bit, some winters have been worse than others... this last one was brutal.
it's because of this that i fantasize about moving to a tropical island with artists and writing colonies, and more indigenous people than tourists.
oh yeah, and wild berries everywhere. and no chain restaurants, esp not the kind that where "flair".
"flair?"
yeah, I know a lot of people get winter SAD. definitely I slow down, but somehow--well, this past one in NY wasn't too bad, apart from a couple of weeks there. and yeah, I get sick of the layers of clothes, and the dark.
but for whatever reason, since being on the East Coast, summers, especially late summers, have been my very least favorite time of year.
When I was a kid, of course, I loved summer, lived for 'em, but
1) hello, "summer" meant vacation from the school-prison
2) in Southern California, it's hot, but it usually isn't -sticky-. And, it's pretty much a given that most public indoor places will have central A.C., -good- central A.C., as did the family home. Here it's window units and fans; and/or, in offices and some public eating/entertainment houses, usually, set to -arctic- blast.
also, I suspect my added avoirdupois is a factor. tends to keep one warmer, you know. and I have a -lot- of hair, and am reluctant to cut it.
note to self: -join the Y- (or some other gym), finally, so you can use the damn pool and maybe even get in shape.
I don't think the added weight has anything to do with it. I tend to melt at any temperature greater than 26 C, even though I a) am underweight, and b) lived in a tropical city for 5 1/2 years.
heh, I can understand. go enjoy the nice weather!
oh, and there's something weird going on at livejournal that I'm trying to let people know about: http://lolaraincoat.livejournal.com/253978.html?style=mine
they're deleting slash/kink/literary communities, along with pedo comms (because apparently they're all the same?!).
When I was a kid, I really loved the summer. I'm not that crazy about hot, muggy weather, but I don't mind if I have a beach or even a pool nearby, and my mother used to take us to the beach at least a couple of times a week.
Nowadays, I don't even own a bathing suit, and I'm no longer near salt water, alas, though I do hear good things about this here Lake Michigan.
Besides, as much as I don't dig the hot sweatiness, it's worth it to get more light. Sunlight makes me happy, or at least less depressed. SAD is teh sux.
Just read your post about the comms getting deleted on LJ. Bummer! I'm passing that along to my slash-writing friend.
That last bit was for Louisa, but I bet you figured that out.
"The winter is when my brain checks out, in fact I'm affected by SAD quite a bit, some winters have been worse than others... this last one was brutal."
yeah, yeah, yeah.
I am so glad for t3h long days n t3h sunshiny!!!!11!!!eleventysix
but seriously? feel better Belle! *hugsmoosh*
thanks!
and yeah, water: I'm really hoping to make it to the ocean sometime this summer.
the other thing is I have a morbid fear of the sun now, on account of the melanoma. truthfully i never really likes sunbathing as such that much anyway though.
a misty evening along some craggy beach somewhere in New England sounds about right, though.
belle, "flair" was from office space and all of the buttons people had to wear on their uniforms at a restaurant similar to TGIF
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