Obligatory whiny weather post
Sunday, 29 June 2008 21:19![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fatrockstarGrady and I are not enjoying the weather at all. For about four hours out of days like this we are both making ourselves as flat as we possibly can, as low as we possibly can. 6pm rolled around and Grady flattened himself on the floor of the kitchen by his food dish, meowing weakly for dinner. I don't think he was hungry, but hey, it was 6, and that's Beg For Food Time, right?
Me, I had a decent breakfast and ate very little all day. I do not enjoy heat, period. I am a fair-skinned Irish girl, used to rain, clouds, and diffused sunlight over rolling hills of lush greenery. I moved to Seattle to get away from this kind of weather. I am just the kind of jackass that will happily go without food to spend a couple of grand adding A/C to my house for the two random weeks of 80+ degree weather we get here. The heat takes away my motivation to eat. Do not misread this as a lack of appetite. I'm not setting foot in that kitchen until the sun goes down thankewverymuch.
Keith came by yesterday for a songwriting session. It's his second in a month. He likes my writing and I'm happy to get him started on a few hooks and verses. One cool thing about writing with Keith is that he is not afraid to explore the motivation behind the song he wants to write. "I want to write about liking something everyone else thinks is foolish," or "I want to write about why it's so hard to tell someone to fuck off when they don't respect your boundaries." It makes it a little easier for me, especially when I'm not going through something similar.
The songwriting session was fueled by Mickey's and herb, so Keith ended up leaving his car here overnight while his girlfriend, Paula, took him home. "I think I'll pass on the Mickey's next time," he joked. He came back today with Paula and we went to get ice cream. Ice cream is the only thing that makes a hot day like this not so bad. That and sprinklers. Too bad I can't really afford to immerse myself in either.
It's not all about the discomfort of heat. I don't like wearing summery clothes because my skin is deathly white so I don't have any in my wardrobe. Summer makes me feel very, very fat. I work all the time to make sure I have a nice shape to my body, but it's never enough. Nobody likes to be reminded of their shortcomings. I'm sure I'm probably the only person you know who doesn't like warm weather because I haven't a thing to wear I feel comfortable in. The last time I went swimming? Palm Springs, January '07: The condo my in-laws own there has a pool, and all the locals stay in after sunset because 70 is too cold for them. I had the entire pool to myself.
But, bla bla bla, it's hot. It will be hot all week. Grady will remain flat all week. I can't wait for the rain to come back, because I really didn't want it to leave in the first place.
Me, I had a decent breakfast and ate very little all day. I do not enjoy heat, period. I am a fair-skinned Irish girl, used to rain, clouds, and diffused sunlight over rolling hills of lush greenery. I moved to Seattle to get away from this kind of weather. I am just the kind of jackass that will happily go without food to spend a couple of grand adding A/C to my house for the two random weeks of 80+ degree weather we get here. The heat takes away my motivation to eat. Do not misread this as a lack of appetite. I'm not setting foot in that kitchen until the sun goes down thankewverymuch.
Keith came by yesterday for a songwriting session. It's his second in a month. He likes my writing and I'm happy to get him started on a few hooks and verses. One cool thing about writing with Keith is that he is not afraid to explore the motivation behind the song he wants to write. "I want to write about liking something everyone else thinks is foolish," or "I want to write about why it's so hard to tell someone to fuck off when they don't respect your boundaries." It makes it a little easier for me, especially when I'm not going through something similar.
The songwriting session was fueled by Mickey's and herb, so Keith ended up leaving his car here overnight while his girlfriend, Paula, took him home. "I think I'll pass on the Mickey's next time," he joked. He came back today with Paula and we went to get ice cream. Ice cream is the only thing that makes a hot day like this not so bad. That and sprinklers. Too bad I can't really afford to immerse myself in either.
It's not all about the discomfort of heat. I don't like wearing summery clothes because my skin is deathly white so I don't have any in my wardrobe. Summer makes me feel very, very fat. I work all the time to make sure I have a nice shape to my body, but it's never enough. Nobody likes to be reminded of their shortcomings. I'm sure I'm probably the only person you know who doesn't like warm weather because I haven't a thing to wear I feel comfortable in. The last time I went swimming? Palm Springs, January '07: The condo my in-laws own there has a pool, and all the locals stay in after sunset because 70 is too cold for them. I had the entire pool to myself.
But, bla bla bla, it's hot. It will be hot all week. Grady will remain flat all week. I can't wait for the rain to come back, because I really didn't want it to leave in the first place.
