This Summer Blows

I hate the heat and humidity. I recall thinking last summer that it was too good to be true. It was hot but it wasn’t unbearably hot. Then I kept thinking, well, it is only June, July is worse. . . then July came and went with only a few days where I was miserable. Then I thought, well, August is going to hit us hard. . . and it didn’t.

It was such a nice, mild summer. One where the pool didn’t feel like bath water and staying all day by the pool reading was a reality. I could even get up in the morning on the weekends and take a nice, brisk walk and not feel like I was melting.

Then we had a harsh winter. Of course I missed out on a lot of the snow since I moved. And while my friends were all telling me I was so lucky not to have to deal with the mess, I hated missing it. It is one thing for it to be cold here but when it snows, it makes it all worth it.

This summer is disgustingly hot. The kind that takes your breath away, you feel sticky within two seconds of stepping outside and forget staying by the pool all day. I can’t hang. Nope, I am only out for a couple of hours, in which time I can’t focus and the pool has turned into nasty warm bath water. So much for enjoying the pool.

I got a decent base of a tan (for me anyway) while at the beach. I had planned on spending some time by the pool this weekend to keep the color. Instead, I spent yesterday at my Granny’s. Napping with her, talking to her and eating. I should have gone there today to spend more time with her but last night I had a headache from hell that continued through the morning.

I napped and then called dad to see if they were going to Granny’s. They were and I told him about my head. He said to stay put. So another nap, an attempt to go sit at the pool that lasted all of an hour and back in to nap some more. I finally cooked dinner and took another nap while throwing clothes in the wash and running the dishwasher.

And in true Amy fashion, clean clothes are littered throughout my room and dryer. I will get around to putting them up at some point. I even noticed that Wookie’s hair is in clumps throughout my apartment. But the heat is creating laziness so running the vacuum will not happen. As for the clean dishes in the dishwasher. . . I am guessing that will get emptied by Wednesday.

Oh well, not like anyone who knows me would be surprised to see the mess in my apartment. I like to think of it as endearing. As for me, I am a sweaty, stinky mess. So I will hop in the shower for an extra cold shower before bed. I am hoping this helps me sleep. I could freeze out anyone who dares to enter my apartment. Wookie doesn’t mind though. If it gets too cold for him, he just climbs under a blanket.


What you see is what you get; I am a Nashville girl who is single, again. I use the blog to get my inner, tortured, wanna be writer angst out. One day I just may write a book. I have been stumbling through life for 43 years now, I love to cook, read and figure out more embarrassing ways I can either harm myself (thank you hula hoop of 2010 and the case of the thrown back) or just prove how inept I am at household chores and dieting. The people you read about on here are real but most have had their names changed to protect the innocent and not so innocent. And I really should make a list of them so I can remember! Enjoy, read, mock, laugh and comment, it really isn't difficult. Plus, I would prefer reading comments from real people as opposed to the weird spam comments I keep getting. Plus, I will always find the hardest path to follow and take that one, why would anyone want to take the easy way?!

2 thoughts on “This Summer Blows

  1. I feel your pain on the humidity. The temps here haven’t really been high, but the heat and humidity indexes have been high. Yesterday the humidity index was like, 105. I was dripping. So gross.

    I can handle dry heat, but humidity is gross.

    I think people are wrong. Hell isn’t hot, it’s humid.

    1. OMG! Thanks for the laugh! Hell has to be humid! At least I don’t have to deal with crutches. I think I would kill a few people if I were in your shoes sweetie!

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