Heat
I was clearly not meant to be in a hot climate. I didn't used to mind when I was younger but now I just hate the heat. Especially here with the humidity. People always say, 'It's not the heat, it's the humidity.' And they're right. It just wears you down. I will never forget those curtains in the first place we lived when I came over here. They would actually feel damp to the touch from the humidity. That's just so wrong.
This house is made of brick. So are ovens. So naturally, after sitting in the direct sunlight all day the house has had time to soak up all the heat it could and deposits it on the inside of the house. The heat drops away fast now that it's fall but we can't enjoy the cool air without bugs. No screens. I can't talk about that now. I'll just say that every single night there is at least one of those 4 inch spiders walking around. Last night it was walking on my robe that was on the couch. Ohhhhhhhh how I hate spiders.
Yesterday was Saturday. We knew it was going to be hot. We knew we would be grouchy. My legs were swollen from sitting at the computer in a futile attempt to find something to do. So when I sat in the recliner to watch two thirds of our Godfather-fest I had to go to the bathroom often. In the part one I had to get up four times!!! That's just wrong.
The room was an oven. Sitting in that chair was like being wrapped in a warm sleeping bag. If we had turned the fan on we wouldn't be able to hear and my eyes would dry out, I would fall asleep and would be glared at the rest of the day. So I just sat there and sucked in the heat.
At 10pm on the dot, my husband went upstairs, I assume to get away from me. It's even hotter up there so that must have been the reason. I was secretly sort of glad. I turned off all the lights but one that gave me just enough light to see my keyboard. The window next to me was letting in bugs but then they went to the light. Kitty found a moth to maul so that was fun for her. It quickly dropped to 55 degrees and it felt wonderful. I was actually getting chilly. But getting chilly when you're sweaty isn't a good thing.
It's going to be warm today too but not hot. I think if we just leave things closed it will be fine. But he likes the curtains closed all the time to see the TV better. I get really depressed that way, like I'm in jail or being punished. So I try to stay in here.... which makes my legs swell up. You see where I'm going with this?
I actually changed the calendar yesterday. It went from July to October in the blink of an eye. But it's already going to fast.
The cows are in the upper field right now. I haven't seen any pheasants although I heard one out there somewhere this morning. A male and a female came through at dusk last night. He was very noisy but that is a sound I love. They crossed into the field before they were able to find the food I put out for them.
Since I am trapped in the UK, I wish we could at least live in a place where I could totally unpack ALL my stuff again like I did at the Lodge. Memories. That's all I have are memories. I want to paint the rooms different colors. I want to make a bigger bathroom and kitchen. That won't happen here. I have no incentive to do anything to this place because it isn't ours. Why bother? I can't go down this road either. Too depressing.
I came to write about the heat and I did. My work here is done.
This house is made of brick. So are ovens. So naturally, after sitting in the direct sunlight all day the house has had time to soak up all the heat it could and deposits it on the inside of the house. The heat drops away fast now that it's fall but we can't enjoy the cool air without bugs. No screens. I can't talk about that now. I'll just say that every single night there is at least one of those 4 inch spiders walking around. Last night it was walking on my robe that was on the couch. Ohhhhhhhh how I hate spiders.
Yesterday was Saturday. We knew it was going to be hot. We knew we would be grouchy. My legs were swollen from sitting at the computer in a futile attempt to find something to do. So when I sat in the recliner to watch two thirds of our Godfather-fest I had to go to the bathroom often. In the part one I had to get up four times!!! That's just wrong.
The room was an oven. Sitting in that chair was like being wrapped in a warm sleeping bag. If we had turned the fan on we wouldn't be able to hear and my eyes would dry out, I would fall asleep and would be glared at the rest of the day. So I just sat there and sucked in the heat.
At 10pm on the dot, my husband went upstairs, I assume to get away from me. It's even hotter up there so that must have been the reason. I was secretly sort of glad. I turned off all the lights but one that gave me just enough light to see my keyboard. The window next to me was letting in bugs but then they went to the light. Kitty found a moth to maul so that was fun for her. It quickly dropped to 55 degrees and it felt wonderful. I was actually getting chilly. But getting chilly when you're sweaty isn't a good thing.
It's going to be warm today too but not hot. I think if we just leave things closed it will be fine. But he likes the curtains closed all the time to see the TV better. I get really depressed that way, like I'm in jail or being punished. So I try to stay in here.... which makes my legs swell up. You see where I'm going with this?
I actually changed the calendar yesterday. It went from July to October in the blink of an eye. But it's already going to fast.
The cows are in the upper field right now. I haven't seen any pheasants although I heard one out there somewhere this morning. A male and a female came through at dusk last night. He was very noisy but that is a sound I love. They crossed into the field before they were able to find the food I put out for them.
Since I am trapped in the UK, I wish we could at least live in a place where I could totally unpack ALL my stuff again like I did at the Lodge. Memories. That's all I have are memories. I want to paint the rooms different colors. I want to make a bigger bathroom and kitchen. That won't happen here. I have no incentive to do anything to this place because it isn't ours. Why bother? I can't go down this road either. Too depressing.
I came to write about the heat and I did. My work here is done.