Wednesday, July 08, 2009
skip the robin
A friend of mine wrote that her mother, who winters in Florida and spends the summer in the Michigan family home, is considering cutting out early and returning to Florida in a couple of weeks. The cold Midwestern summer is dragging her down.
I’m with her on that one. There’s something terribly wrong about a July that offers up both a high of only 65, at the same time that it thrusts upon us the usual swarms of mosquitoes and over-air conditioned interiors. Life is brutal this year in the Midwest.
It is not surprising, therefore, that I stayed at my home desk (response to commenter question: the writer’s shed is taking the path of all great cathedrals of Europe: it is turning into a multi-stage project, with each phase taking years and epochs to complete).
Here are some more depressing notes:
I cooked broccoli soup for supper. How “winter” is that!
My movement was of the indoor kind – in the gym.
I skipped the Wednesday market around the corner. Too cold. Never mind that vendors were equally cold, and for a significant number of morning hours.
I watched the Tour de France because the race was along the Mediterranean and I was jealous. Of the Tour de France. That's beyond insane.
I have a photo for you – it is of a robin. I post pics of robins in March to remind myself (and you) that spring is about to happen. Let me not post it. Too sad to resurrect themes from March.
I’m with her on that one. There’s something terribly wrong about a July that offers up both a high of only 65, at the same time that it thrusts upon us the usual swarms of mosquitoes and over-air conditioned interiors. Life is brutal this year in the Midwest.
It is not surprising, therefore, that I stayed at my home desk (response to commenter question: the writer’s shed is taking the path of all great cathedrals of Europe: it is turning into a multi-stage project, with each phase taking years and epochs to complete).
Here are some more depressing notes:
I cooked broccoli soup for supper. How “winter” is that!
My movement was of the indoor kind – in the gym.
I skipped the Wednesday market around the corner. Too cold. Never mind that vendors were equally cold, and for a significant number of morning hours.
I watched the Tour de France because the race was along the Mediterranean and I was jealous. Of the Tour de France. That's beyond insane.
I have a photo for you – it is of a robin. I post pics of robins in March to remind myself (and you) that spring is about to happen. Let me not post it. Too sad to resurrect themes from March.
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Amen sista! I'm across the lake from you and am also wondering where the heck summer is. I'm told (by my college-age kids) that Lake Michigan is warm enough to swim in but the air is too cold! And it's JULY for heaven's sake!
ReplyDeleteYou're right about the mosquitoes too. They are numerous and fierce this year!
I was going to go to the Farmers Market today and didn't because of the weather then felt guilty because I thought diehards like yourself would go in this weather. Thank you for relieving me of my guilt.
ReplyDeleteOur Pacific Ocean temps are a cool 61 degrees, which calls for a full length wetsuit. It should be in the high 60s at least.
ReplyDeleteAfter our one hot spell a few weeks ago I commented to a friend, after the temperature went back down into the sixties, that we had one week of summer this year I guess b/c lately it sure feels like fall. This is so sad! If I weren't expecting a baby in August we'd definitely be seeking a temporary reprieve by heading somewhere WARM.
ReplyDeleteI wish we could combine your weather and ours and then we would both have it perfect! We have hit 100 for so many days already this summer it is insane. Usually I start my litany of cold places I think I want to move to in August, but this year I'm already wandering around muttering to myself "Idaho ... no, Minnesota ... wait, Montana?"
ReplyDeleteHouston summers are not for the faint of heart - any more than your winters are!