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What will I blog about this month? I suspect I will surprise myself. |
| So many people are posting online about the summer humidity here in much of North America. Where I reside in Northern Ontario, Canada that oppressive, smothering, wet-blanket-esque weather has descended. Simply breathing provokes perspiration. Not that I'm a practicing nudist, but layering, not layering does not bring appreciable relief. Well, the locals are relieved that I choose to forgo nudity. The point I'm trying to make is that dressed or undressed, I still feel overheated. Think what you will, winter has its advantages. Layering is feasible and preferable. The objective is to attain a comfortable warmth. There are multiple options. What are the options for humidity? Decency and indecency. Slick with sweat and slick with sweat. Sticky or sticky. Irritable or irritable? Over the years I have survived the sweltering still without sure fire, oops, too hot, bonafide solutions. Most attempts to cool off are temporary at best and not exactly conducive to sleeping relief when it is most appreciated. First let me describe the situations. I have always sprouted sported long hair, hair free-flowing down my spine. Picture me and that mop hurtling down a highway in a convertible, soothing wind wreaking havoc upon my tresses and me whooping for the banishment of the summer heat. I thoroughly enjoyed those reprieves, but I did not appreciate the extreme knots. Many a brush did not survive either. Ice cream. Who does not like that sweet, cold confection on a sizzling summer day? I once attempted to enjoy such a treat in a motorboat skipping across the waves. Picture my hair swirling and slapping about my face, particularly my mouth. Take it from me, hairy ice cream is gross. It also is not the least bit flattering when the skipper is a new beau. Sticky ice cream -coated hair is not an appealing look for anyone. Dripping tresses are slightly more attractive and soaking them is agreeable. Splashing, swimming and generally cavorting in a lake feels incredible. It is so easy to forget about that heavy humidity. Alas, one cannot remain water logged forever. The stomach takes care of that frivolity. Unfortunately, the relentless sun does not turn off and relax its glare either. I can attest to the angry, scarlet sunburns that turn up the heat annoyance level another excruciating notch. All of these situations do not lend themselves to a soothing sleep. I'm certain that operating a motor vehicle while snoozing is risky. The same is likely true of boating even when a passenger. I know I can float upon my back for an extended period of time, but doing so while slumbering seems uncertain. It's the sleep that suffers the most with humidity. Today, I sought the safe, reliable reprieve. I strolled into various establishments blessed with the wonders of air-conditioning. Oh, that glorious chill nipping at my damp skin! I loitered. I lingered. I lollygagged. Perhaps I could be viewed as lurking. No matter. That cool breeze caressed me. It tousled my heavy hair and lifted it from my shoulders. Maybe the t-shirt plastered to my form caused me to shiver. Okay, I may have espied a smattering of goose bumps. It felt wonderful. The mailbox lobby at the local post office could best be described as glacial. It makes us citizens nostalgic for winter. Hands down it is the best place to hobnob away from that relentless heat. Unlike the quick forays during snow and ice season , people make time to chat. We are recognizable and articulate without the toques and mufflers. We swipe at the glistening drops beaded on our brows and sigh. We fan ourselves with the latest junk mail flyers. We joke about lugging in a few lawn chairs and staying for the rest of the day. At least one malingerer will mention he does not need to shovel this weather. On a side note, my youngest daughter shared that she experienced the fright of her life yesterday and then sent me photographic proof. Motoring along in her SUV with the windows up and the air conditioning chugging, Danielle felt something brush against her right foot resting on the accelerator. At first, she suspected a mosquito was fluttering about. The sensation continued, so she glanced down and immediately both screamed and swerved. Somehow, she pulled onto the road's shoulder without causing an accident. She leapt out of her car. Coiled around the gas pedal, a very long snake stared back at her. How it gained access was less of a worry that convincing it to depart without her actually touching it. An older gentleman noticed her sudden stop and hasty exit. He too parked his vehicle and came to her assistance. He provided a blanket and more nerve than Danielle. With little fuss this knight wrapped up the snake and escorted it to the woods nearby. Mice camping in cars, yes, but snakes? I commiserated and pointed out that at least this snake would not chew through any automotive wiring. Who knows, it could have been hunting for its next meal. Could it have sought relief from the humidity? Now, Danielle will check before settling into the driver's seat. I did not state the obvious. No one stops to rout out snakes in the winter. 872 words Attention: StephBee  and Ẃeβ࿚Ẃỉtcĥ  "The Bard's Hall Contest"  |
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