Complaining is what we do best
Magda observed recently that much as she loves winter, she’ll always bitch about the cold. The converse holds true with the arrival of summer. We moan about how long it takes to arrive and then redouble our complaining once we remember that summer = hot. Today’s window-thermo-view:
What can we do? Not much it turns out, but we’re doing our best to cope. For example, with morning ice cream:
Adam’s facial expression seems to say, “what the Malkovitch are you feeding me, woman?” (Answer: limona sladoled).
Magda took this picture at the beginning of the heat, before we realized this was a ‘wave’. We took a walk to the Soča River to see if it was any cooler down there (it wasn’t):
This tore it. As if we weren’t already cranky enough from the varnish-like coatings no number of showers seem able to wash off our bodies, our internet connection was being continually interrupted. This had a serious impact on our ability to do anything to mitigate the heat-related crankiness, for example, streaming zefrank’s ‘the show’ (q.v.), Skyping family or the Regent Street Apple store, or uploading pictures of our cable modem masquerading as a beer. I noticed that it was running remarkably hot, and took steps to correct it. Our high-tech solution actually fixed the problem. That’s a genuine Rubber Maid Blue Ice® pack, an indispensable element in your networking toolbox.
Other methods of staying sane are less imaginative:
Adam finds the best seat in the house:
How hot is it where you are? What are you doing about it? Have you killed anyone yet?
























Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. And, just to spice it up a bit, the occasional thunderstorm, which causes my upstairs neighbor to burst into screams and tear downstairs to pound on my door for sympathy and consolation. It’s swell.
Comment by Elsa — Sunday 25 June 06 @ 22.11 MDT+2.00
So, was it a failure of your Rubbermaid that cut our phone call off this morning?
That kid of yours is cute, cute, cute.
Comment by jdog — Monday 26 June 06 @ 06.48 MDT+2.00
Operating error relating to the cooling system, actually. I had put the melted Rubbermaid back into the freezer just before you called without replacing it with the backup.
Comment by sgazzetti — Monday 26 June 06 @ 07.58 MDT+2.00
I think this picture speaks for itself.
Comment by MiamiDreams — Monday 26 June 06 @ 12.17 MDT+2.00
You should talk with my blog friend Marigoldie. She’s in the same situation you are and has fired up something called a swamp cooler to try to get some relief from the heat.
I am on a quest to get the coal mine cooling techniques from my great aunt to share with the world because I have never seen anything — except blasting A/C — cool a house down faster.
Adam has the best malkoviching facial expressions ever.
Comment by Jagosaurus — Monday 26 June 06 @ 15.00 MDT+2.00
I am currently wearing jeans plus shirt plus sweater plus sweater, because I live in this freaky alternate universe we call San Francisco, where “summer” means “perhaps you’d like to FREEZE YOUR ASS OFF with this blast of sub-arctic fog and wind. Here, have another.”
And while, as mentioned in my earlier e-mail to you, J, this does make for convenient cuddling-with-BF-type-fellow-weather, it’s otherwise a smear of summer’s good name. Give me the sweat-drenched, thermometer-exploding heat any day.
Comment by Emily — Monday 26 June 06 @ 19.38 MDT+2.00
well I hate to whine, but since you asked – it’s the same temperature here on the lower west coast of canada and I haven’t killed anyone yet but if my 40 weeks + 2 days baby doesn’t get the hell out of my uterus soon I just might sacrifice the next person who passes by my kitchen window.
Comment by cheesefairy — Tuesday 27 June 06 @ 15.34 MDT+2.00
Yup. Hot and humid, baby. That’s why I didn’t want to move down South, but hey, gotta go where they accept your Huz for a PhD! AC is the answer.
Comment by victoria winters — Friday 30 June 06 @ 04.37 MDT+2.00