If I were on the shores of Gitchee Gumee, I would not be wearing a cold wet washcloth around my neck.
I would be walking out past the second sandbar until the water level was up to my neck and standing there forever. Thinking that I was so happy that life could go on forever.
Or I would be sitting in a beach chair next to The Engineer’s yellow Walden Vista, watching the sun continue its evening descent toward the horizon, drinking a ‘hattan with the GG and taking a kayak photooo with Birch Point in the background and Bay Mills behind that. Thinking that I was so happy that life could go on forever.
If it were a few years ago, I would be walking down to Doelle’s in the water with Radical Betty and The Commander and Bubs and probably a few splashy little beach urchins. Thinking that I was so happy that life could go on forever.
If it was the Stone Age, I would be helping The Commander get dinner ready and getting Grandroobly another “eighth” portion of cocktail, listening to Paul Winter on the tape player (don’t ask, Master Woodring gave me the tape) while the beach urchins played and prattled along. Thinking that I was so happy that life could go on forever.
If it was the Jurassic Age, maybe we had just finished a Community Dinner at the Old Cabin and my uber-cousins and I would be washing the dishes and looking forward to a long evening in the midnight 10 o’clock sun. Rowing out into the bay and singing at the top of our lungs. Or practicing (practising?) doing cartwheels and other gymnastics feats (could I *ever* do those?). Or walking to Birch Point. And thinking that I was so happy that life could go on forever.
I am not on the shores of Gitchee Gumee tonight. I am standing by the sink in the great gray-green greasy Limpopo Landfill Chitchen. The chitchen that is NOT renovated yet. Give me strength. I have a cold wet washcloth draped around my neck. I have the attic fan turned on but I am steadfastly refusing to turn on central a/c. Why? Because I would have to shut all the doors and windows and then I wouldn’t be able to hear all the little birds and beasties! Six months from now, all of the doors and windows will be shut tight and the GG and I will be doing the Thermostat Dance. You turn it upwards and I’ll turn it downwards… Sing it to the tune of “You Say Tomato and I Say Tomahto”. So I am enjoying my swampy old house the best I can. I know now that life will not go on forever but I am feeling pretty happy right now! (Er, knock on wood big-time!)
July 7th, 2010 at 6:30 pm
I have the house and blinds tightly closed up, which is NOT my preference on a beautiful day. But we have no central a/c and it’s close to 90 out there. No complaints!!
July 7th, 2010 at 10:39 pm
It is a muggy evening at ‘GG’ too, tonight. Heard/saw the pilot boat ‘swap’ between a down bound salty and an up bound salty this afternoon.
July 8th, 2010 at 5:00 pm
I can’t figure it out. In the cooler months, you like to turn the temp down to 60 degrees or so and sleep in a cooler room. (So do I.) So, why in the extremely uncomfortable heat and humidity, do you like to be hot and sweaty and not make use of the air conditioner? You can still crack the windows a little and listen to the little birdies sing. I don’t understand why you would want to wear a cool washcloth instead of just turning on the A/C. I think that your computers would prefer the drier air too. We all grew up without air conditioning in our homes and cars, but now since it is there, why not use it when it is this hot? Why punish yourself? I don’t get it.
July 8th, 2010 at 5:33 pm
Because I am meeeeeeee! (-: