I miss summer. Desperately. With all the passion of my being, and I have to say that that's quite a bit. Hot days. Hot nights. Twilight, swimming, green grass, flip flops, tank-tops, tourists, sunscreen... I want it now. And the painful thing is that winter, in all reality, is just getting going here in peachy Nova Scotia.
I bought new curtains (that was an experience I'll not recount here), curtains that are designed to cut down on cold winter drafts. Mom brought by an electric heater. I have two down duvets on my bed and three other blankets on the ready. I bought knee high winter boots and two winter coats (yeah, I really really really don't like being cold). None if this is helping with the summer pining.
What brought this on was the unashamed perusing of my moms best friend since forever's daughter's website. I happened to read a post from the middle of July (in Vancouver). "Its hot. Did I mention its hot? Screamingly, maddeningly, unpleasantly, hot" oh, and the previous post had talked about flowers. We won't have flowers for almost 3-4 months. MONTHS. These days I wish I were somewhere else.
I suppose that a single post can't be held completely responsible. I've got a lot of things running through my mind that somehow seem like they'd be easier to deal with if the days were longer. And warmer. Nothing bad can ever last on a long warm night. Hell, you can just go walk it off. Or at least work through it while you are walking. No hope for that now. Its cold and dark out and really, that just promotes depressing things.
Oh and I was doing so good... *sigh*
I think I'll go have a hot shower and pine some more. Maybe I can find some summery perfume to help it really hit it home. Hah.
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I just thought I'd give an update on that long hot shower: just after turning on the lights so it'd be bright in here, and turning on the heater so it'd be warm... just when I had hot water finally running and was about to step under it... just then - the power went out. well, actually I blew a fuse, meaning that rather than a long hot shower I got a brisk cold walk to the Canadian tire. Might I mention that it was minus a hundred out? (o.k. -15 plus the wind chill... but still!). Fan-freaking-tastic.
So yeah, I think that was a "suck it up Laura" warning from God. Thanks man, thanks.
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