I’m at the end of my tether. It’s so humid here every bit of my furniture is soggy. The boxes I’ve already packed for my move are looking saggy. And the cat is three times his normal size.
I love the Maritimes. I love the smell of the sea, the ships going by, the feel of sand between my toes.
I do not love the 100% humidity.
Seems like this year it’s been hotter and stickier than in past years. Or maybe it’s the additional stress of the pandemic, the madman south of the border, the inability to do anything without gloom hanging over, the impending election season…
So maybe that’s all contributing to the ultimate hair disaster. All I know is that I am now unusually tall (for me) and am having trouble getting through doorways. There’s a wee struggle, and then a “pop” as I squeeze through. It would alarm the cat but he’s stuck behind me.
The thing is, there’s so little I can do anything about. Like the fog that brings the humidity, the news clouds over everything, putting me into a state of suspended animation, visibility reduced, with only the foghorns as guides.
So, fiction. It’s time to put my head into a world I create and play there, where I can control things, where the characters can get the punishment they deserve, where all is controllable.
Back to the computer I go, brain sparking, even if it agitates the head fluff even more…
I am surprised that it gets humid on the east coast. I like the idea of sea air, often hearing about the healing qualities of salt water air. If you want to avoid humidity, you should bypass the Ottawa Valley on your move.
Looking forward to hearing more once you are settled in your next nest of choice.
Take heart, Dorothy! As Fred Eaglesmith sings, “The higher the hair, the closer to God”. ♥
Ahhhhh, yes! Humidity & curls! I haven’t had a haircut since late February & barely recognize myself in the mirror!
Thank you for bringing delicious humor to tragedy. I have never lived with high humidity so I don’t know how large doses of it might affect my slightly curly hair, but I love the picture of you as a dandelion fluff. And your poor cat, too. Sorry, no fun for you two. But the comparison is apt, as I also love dandelions in all their stages. There’s a lovely illustration in one of the volumes of books (My Book House, 1920: sadly of the six books only the first volume of the original group is in my hands – but I have my set from 1956) that I’ve read since my childhood of a little girl blowing the poofy top of a dandelion away in the wind, and that’s probably where my affection for them is rooted. I have a stick-um memory that allows little to escape, so *every*thing in my life now reminds me of something else, so I live multiple lives all at once. Not a bad way to live when my mostly solitary existence leaves the entertainment to me.
I wish you lower humidity and higher satisfaction in your new setting when you get there. Hugs. DA
On Sun, Aug 9, 2020 at 6:17 AM DA’s Ephemera and Etceteras wrote:
> dorothyanneb posted: ” I’m at the end of my tether. It’s so humid here > every bit of my furniture is soggy. The boxes I’ve already packed for my > move are looking saggy. And the cat is three times his normal size. I love > the Maritimes. I love the smell of the sea, the shi” >