It's here: Summertime Ennui.
That's my name for how I feel towards the late (and hot) summer. I am so done with heat and hats and sunscreen and sweat and summer clothes and all things tropical.
Done, I say!
I wish to be fully-clothed. Long sleeves are a good thing. Piquant hats. And scarves!
I like snow and sleet and rain and clouds.
Winter boots, sweaters, rosy cheeks (not sunburned!), a stew on the stove, cinnamon rolls in the oven, wafting scents though the house...
As it is, I am either homebound in the air conditioning, or outside listening to the deafening cicadas and sweating and squinting through the bright summer sunlight. I am wandering out every-so-often to water whatever garden needs tending. The animals are lethargic.
I am lethargic. I think that is both symptom, and problem. I want to be able to do things outdoors - ride a bike, walk a dog or two, run down the road, garden in the yard - all during which I would like to do without that trickle of sweat running down my back. (When that happens, I about-face and walk indoors. Immediately.)
In two days, I commence a cross-country drive to Cape Cod, by my lonesome. I am looking forward to this trip. Time was an element for that Spouse o' Mine, and so he will fly to Boston over the weekend, and somewhere, sometime, we two shall rendezvous. And we will spend several days getting to know Cape Cod with daughter Gillian, who lives there. There is a bit of business involved in this trip...suffice to say, it involves visiting cranberry bogs.
I have never visited a cranberry bog, so I am excited! I hope I get to take photos. Some fruit and quality control folk frown on that, for competition purposes.
But the best part of this trip is...New England...cranberry bogs at harvest...SURELY it will be cool?
Summertime Ennui: the cure surely must be New England and seafood and bogs and salt and sand...
and a daughter!