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Feels Like Thirty Four.

18 Aug

I don’t really understand weathermen telling me it “feels like” thirty four degrees. I’m a layman, here. If it feels like thirty four, then as far as I’m concerned, it’s thirty four.

Either way, thirty four degrees, twenty two, what have you… it’s effin’ hot!

Today was a nice day. For some reason I was just filled to the brim with general goodwill toward my fellow man. This rarely happens. It was my Thursday today, and the work day flew by, which is always nice. I bought new jeans from the Gap. Patrick Robinson is doing really good things for that store. I also went grocery shopping and got a cucumber so I can chuck hunks of it in water, thus rendering it (the water) far more palatable to me. After getting home, I discovered that Air Miles already sent me my Chapters gift certificate that I ordered, so Steve and I walked down to the bookstore and I purchased a giant Moleskine notebook. Giant. It’s the size of a trapper keeper. I love it. I might have to name it.

Can I just talk for a moment about how much I love Moleskine notebooks? They have me so branded, it’s not even funny. An artist friend (ex-friend? She seems to be avoiding me lately…) turned me on to them when I visited her in Houston a few years back. They have thick, amazing pages, and good solid covers, and little ribbon bookmarks and a pocket in the back. The pocket comes stuffed with a little leaflet that tells the history of the Moleskine. Apparently they were the notebooks of choice for both Hemingway and Picasso. They’re also bloody expensive; my new extra-large book set me back 36 dollars after tax… or would have, had my Air Miles not paid for it. There are less expensive knock-offs available on the market that I’m sure are practically identical, but I just can’t bring myself to buy them. See? Branded. It’s like I feel like the ghost of Hemingway is going to rise up and come screaming at me if I spare myself 10 bucks or so…


Then we got slushies (Steve: watermelon, Me: cream soda) and came home.

And now here we are!

Hope you had a lovely day, too.


Holy Cow, It’s HOT!

15 Aug

It’s too damn hot.

I’m not good at this sort of weather. I hate sweating. The past 3 days or so, I am always moist. It’s disgusting. I live in a 15th floor apartment with no curtains, which cranks the heat factor up exponentially. The only things that have made it remotely bearable are:

– Ponytail holders, because my hair went from “I’d like it an inch longer” to “Let’s cut off three inches” seemingly overnight.

– Wet washcloths for direct application to sweaty bits i.e. forehead and neck.

– Frozen grapes.

– Homemade iced tea.

And right now, I’m about to take a nice cool bath.

For the record, I am not one of those people who snarked their way through unseasonably chilly July, only to turn around during this heat wave and start bitching about it being too hot now. I may have had a coarse word or two for the sheer volume of rain that we experienced, but I liked our cold, cold July. I want it back! August, I hate you!