I don't often complain about the weather. Honest. But seriously? I'm quite certain that the major reason I haven't moved back to Ontario, where my mom and brother with his family live, is to avoid their hellish summers. I'm not cut out for dealing with humidity. I am weak. I like that I can drive 10 minutes and be enjoying the cool ocean breezes. Unfortunately a jaunt to the ocean is not possible when there is stuff that just has to be done. It's hard to vacuum, or wash the dishes, or do the laundry, or sweep the floors when you're not actually and physically in the house. Damn. At least the kids are out with their friends so technically I suppose I should be able to get my work done that much faster. If I wasn't on the computer that is, bitching about the weather.
I may be acting a bit self-indulgent and like a drama queen when I say that I barely survived yesterday, and today is no better. The air is so saturated with moisture it's practically inhumane. (God help those people that have locked their pets outside or in vehicles on such a day!) There is no point in hanging out laundry because I doubt that it would dry. Good thing I'm relatively healthy. I can't imagine what it must feel like to people with breathing problems. At least I live in a place where I have access to clean drinking water, that I don't have to boil first.
Because as a friend kindly pointed out a while ago, with me, the weather thing is personal.