June 10th and I’m already moping about the heat.
Hot weather sucks. It makes you stick to furniture and lose your appetite and your car is an oven and the air is foul and the garbage rots in an instant and your feet smell bad. If your skin is as white as mine, you have to stay out of the sun or cover yourself in yards of cloth or worse, white, sticky goo so you don’t fry up and turn to ash. And if you have crackly, asthmatic lungs, forget about it. Between heat, humidity, and ozone, you need a stupid Darth Vader ventilator.
Yeah, I’m cranky. Want to make something of it?
OK – here is a real-time effort to change my mood. (Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts.) Happy birthday, Maurice Sendak. And a million tulips of the heart to daughter Meredith, who kicked righteous butt at Senior Awards Night last night, bringing home an armload of recognition for her work for the marching band, on various committees, including Prom and GSA, and who also got a Golden Apple, because she is such an amazing woman. (Yes, I cried. Again.)
Didn’t get much writing done yesterday (which is also contributing to this mood) so I updated the website. Check out the PROM discussion questions. Please send me more, via this journal. Let me know if you want me to credit your name. Also updated the What’s New page and my CV.
If you’re bored today, read this interview with Jon Scieska. Me, I’m going to lay down on an air conditioning vent.