It’s HOT! Really hot! And you know it must be bad coming from someone who grew up in Texas and just got back from a vacation there.
We’ve had a bit of a heatwave here in Sweden over the past 2 weeks. Of course, I’m all for it so I can wear my sandals and jump in the lakes, but when you don’t have any air conditioning, it does become a bit of a problem.
All windows and doors are open, all of our 3 floor fans are on, (in fact I carry one with me wherever I go) but it’s still really unbearable indoors. But I know better than to complain. For 5 months out of the year I’m dressed in 3 layers and still freezing.
So I gladly welcome this new global warming, summer weather. Now if someone could make me a piña colada, I’ll be good to go the rest of the day.
I was talking to another parent in my son’s class about the weather being so snowy and icy outside that it was hard to walk anywhere without falling. The other parent told me that she has been riding her bike in the ice and snow lately, but is a little nervous about crashing.
I said, “I can’t even ride my bike in the summer without crashing. That’s how I got this scar on my chin.”
She laughed and said, “I remember that happened to me too! I have a scar on my chin from falling off my bike when I was five years old!”
I said, “This happened in September. This year.”
She smiled and moved on to talk to someone more coordinated.
I brought a sandwich to work in a refrigerated bag with an ice clamp just to make sure my cheese would stay fresh.
Did I forget I live in Stockholm and it’s the end of October?
Did I forget that the office I’m working in is currently 9c (50f) each day?
Refrigerated bag – What was I thinking? You know, I had to buy that bag in Texas because other than maybe 1 month out of the year, this entire country is a refrigerator!
I think I’ll bring some ice cream to work tomorrow.
The miniscule electric fan heaves
to push tiny breaths of air into the sweltering abode
Beads of sweat pour down my neck
As I wrap my lengthening hair in my dollar store hair clip
The computer – overheated!
The television – overheated!
The iPad – overheated!
The intricate systems were never meant to suffer this cruel roasting
“What shall I do?” I weep into the kitchen.
“Open me”, whispers the ice box in my ear.
Mint Chocolate ice cream
We meet again.