Blissful England summer
So it's been pretty much sunny and 70 all week long.
It's great for my psyche but really bad for my dissertation. I'm seeing the English version of the Alaskan Warm Weather Syndrome, where as soon as the weather gets above freezing and the sun comes out everyone strips down and flings themselves into whatever body of water doesn't have a moose in it. (Problem: they all have moose in them. And leeches.) The English version is a bit more tame, where people buy Magnum bars and walk around in various states of undress, talking about very hot it is. I'm seeing middle-aged people riding bicycles. While smoking. Because dangit, they're going to get some fresh air.
As I walk across campus I see students lounging all around on the grass in various forms of undress. Today, which was close to 80 degrees, the boys were shirtless and the girls had halter and bikini tops on. (Editor's note: Have I mentioned that my school is the #1 athletics school in the country. Just thought I'd toss that out there. No reason.)
Even my sad white arms are starting to get a bit brown from walking around. So if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go back outside.
I'm Steph, a librarian and mom of 3 (not sure how that happened). Let's chat books, food, Sumptuous Literary Adaptations, poop, knitting and maybe some crazy Mormon Feminism.
7 comments:
And at 6.10pm, it is still 73f according to your pixie. That is fine weather!
oops I mean 8.10pm
Mmmm. Summer is the best. You know how I get when all of the sudden I'm freed from the drudgery of work and yet miraculously still receiving a paycheck. It's the greatest thing. Also, despite all the sunblock, even Patrick is getting little chubby brown arms. Enjoy it while it lasts!
Oh how nice! :) Glad to hear it.
The sad thing about nice hot weather is that, where I work, I sit right under the A/C vent and the people in the other end of the office (who like the office a LOT colder than I do, anyway) can't feel the air. So I wear a jacket. Even in the summer. :le sigh:
At least I've got the weekends to wear my halter tops and flip flops!
Its June and the tropical storms have started. Lucky you with the sun and half naked men in good shape. At my beach there are a bunch of old, fat men from Montreal in speedos.
I saw a moose in Chicago. It was not a live moose, but it was very, very, very big. I thought of you, and that one time when that one almost killed you when you were walking home from school. Then I felt a little scared, and moved on to the next diorama. Honestly, the moose scared me more than the T-Rex.
I'm glad they made you scared Daltongirl! I think that's probably a sign of high intelligence.
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