Moist

Words - I love them. I even love the great huge portmanteau words (a la Alice in Wonderland) that carry loads of meanings between their consonants. I am gently mocked by friends and stared at by strangers when my three-syllable ones tumble out instead of shorter, clearer phrases. It's my sloppy brain filing system. I reach…

Now is the Summer of our Discontent

Made impossible torment by this fog of humidity And all the clouds upon the horizon looming Lessen not the damp through lightning or storming Now our brows are laced with gobs of sweat Our pale-white arms hidden from the sun as we search for coolth And fierce horns presage the coming of ships Shrouded in…

Just that kind of summer…

I'm sitting here in the kind of heat that reduces me to tears anyway, but what IS is about this summer? It's hot, even for the climate change deny-ers. It's stormy. Animals are being fried in closed up cars again, and I have no doubt babies are as well. People are shooting people. People are…

Humidity

Ah, you've gotta love the Maritimes when they decide to get hot. On the one hand, my hair looks fabulous. Curly hair + product + humidity = delectable curls. On the other, I want to cut it all off and let the air cross my fevered skull. I pin it up maliciously and tear it…

Fried connection

It's hot here. 37 degrees plus humidity. Sun finally beating down and I should be appropriately grateful after months and months of rain, but I'm not. Because I have MS, and the heat means I turn into a close approximation of a three toed sloth. I move slowly, deliberately, as if wading through jello or…

Nature’s Vuvuzelas

Just in time for the end of the World Cup and the endless droning of men (and women, but I suspect more men) on loud plastic horns, we have the start of our natural loudmouths - the cicadas. Actually, calling them loudmouths isn't really right - they have specially  created membranes (at least the guy…

The fevered frenzied joy of air conditioning

I remember when air conditioning was an unexpected luxury. When it felt wrong to be cooled artificially in the hot summer - how foolish it felt, as a child of the Arctic New England and Canada areas, to shun the bone-warming heat that came, ever so briefly. I wallowed in heat, experimented with sunstroke, burnt…