So, I know it's been hot and humid lately. Really hot and humid. But seeing as how I'm a girl who loves both heat and humidity, I've been enjoying the weather while everyone else around me has been gasping for air.
I have my theories about why I love extreme heat, but sometimes it still puzzles me. Surely it's not normal to be perfectly content while my friends have melted into puddles beside me. I was looking into air conditioners yesterday, not because I want one for myself, but because my dog and my partner are both incapable of dealing with the hot weather. Yes, my BH, a man who grew up in the blazing (and pleasant!) heat of India detests Ottawa summers and adores the chilly winter months. Gack. Winter here is like hell on a stick. A really long stick. (Even thinking about the cold has killed my ability to think up a witty metaphor!) I sleep with my duvet all year round, and it takes a lot of prodding to get me into a freezing cold pool when I could be sitting in a steam room.
Anyway, I bring this up because I've discovered one thing that annoys me about this sticky heat (other than the general feeling of discomfort one gets from being constantly sweaty). My go-to summer moisturizer, pure coconut oil, has gone all liquidy. Usually, this type of oil stays solid until it's thrown into a frying pan. That's why it makes such a brilliant face cream - it's thick without all the added gunk. But lately? I open my little oil pot and it's practically bubbling. Smearing warm oil on your face first thing in the morning feels just as gross as it sounds.
That being said, I find the weather today way too cold, and have already requested that my BH bring my warm hoodie to Bluesfest tonight. I know. I'm a total wimp. Moving on.
I gave Morty a nice bath yesterday, because the poor dude needed a break from the heat. He came out of the bathroom smelling like roses! Then I took him for a walk and he crapped on his leg. Why did he feel the need to try pooping in a new and more awkward position than normal? I will never know. Needless to say, he missed the ground and the poop slowly slid down his thigh while I scrambled for a leaf to wipe up the mess.
Bulldogs. They've got a case of the crazy, but I love them to bits.
i despise heat and adore the chilly winter; especially the type of winter we had this past year. i sometimes deliberately have the a/c on too high so i can wear hoodies and thick socks and drink hot chocolate or scotch ;)heat makes my brain dumb. cold keeps me alert and creative.
ReplyDeleteMan... You sound like my BH! I am certainly a strange bird when it comes to heat. I like it hot hot hot.
ReplyDeletei would love to have a winter party right now. maybe at an ice rink, but not with skating, just shivering & drinking booze with intelligent people and music that doesn't sound like thumping and overly loud bass. i don't know how you stand the blues fest this year. we gave up on it last year...too crowded, too many sound bleeds, too many obnoxious folk all around
ReplyDeleteA winter party would be a hit with many considering the humidity lately... And yes, Bluesfest is pretty nuts. I could feel my patience stetching tighter and tighter all evening.
ReplyDeletei know of very few who enjoy winter more than summer..alas...
ReplyDeleteCharles & i have banned bluesfest, but will hit some of folk fest, a much nicer festival with better attitudes where the organizers aren't arrogant SOBs