At long last the sun is out and seems here to stay. I feel like I had to wait about as long for consistent sunshine as I have been waiting for women to earn as much as their male counterparts.
Sadly we are still waiting on the later.
We have 8o + degrees in the forecast for as long as the forecast, well, forecasts. Imagine that.
Still there are forces that plot against me. Like yesterday for example, when I had just plodded down to our pool (think built in 1973 and in desperate need of a remodel, which costs $30K we don’t have…) with my ice water, book, and knitting project…had just hosed the dust and grime off my precious pool floaty from its last use last summer…seemingly ages ago…had just finished nibbling on the unimaginably sweet strawberries that grow blissfully adjacent the pool steps… when the pool pump clicked on (it’s on a timer) and a fountain of water began to spout from the roof of the pool house.
The solar heating system sprang a leak.
So the water was a bit chillier than I preferred, but I suffered along nonetheless. This did mean that all the laps I had intended to swim didn’t get swum. The water was just too cold for all that back and forth.
I couldn’t help it.
The fact that I had to lay around and float in quiet bliss without moving a muscle was beyond my control.
In the plus side of productivity, I finished up the side seams on my purple tank…the project’s nearly complete. I meant to take photos but forgot…will try to take tonight and update this post soon. I don’t know why I didn’t catch on to this whole concept of poolside knitting ages ago.
Although it does infringe on my reading time, so there’s that.
The heat also means we have arrived at the time of year where I feel like I spend an inordinate amount of time setting up and rearranging sprinklers just so, ensuring all the flowers and other living things have the perfect amount of water at just the right time.
This basically takes forever, causing me to hate all those pictures of lush gardens that catch my eye in Martha Stewart Living each month. Apparently THOSE gardens enjoy automatic watering systems that are well, better, than mine.
And their husband don’t nag them as much about the water bill each month.
All the same, I will take the heat any day. Bring it on.