Hokay. So. Here’s the Earth–
Whoops, sorry. Wrong intro.
So I know I already posted today, but even though it contained awesome links and super awesome info I felt like I was slacking for not posting other content. Not that I have anything in particular to post about, but now at least I don’t feel like I’m taking the day off.
Summer is the bane of my existence. This sounds ridiculous so I should probably explain. I’m pale. like super pasty while pale. As in I burn if I’m outside for an hour in the morning when it’s cloudy. I also don’t do so well with heat. This may be slightly psychosomatic as I’m pretty sure it started when I gave myself heat exhaustion on the 4th of July one year.
What all this combines to mean is that summer and I are barely on speaking terms, and I don’t invite it to get togethers, just major parties because I don’t want people saying that summer and I are on the outs. This is sad for everyone, especially The Wife. She is… spongy. I had better explain fast before I have to duck.
I mean this in a strictly metaphysical sense. She absorbs everything and just exists in it. Sunlight, fresh air, other people, dancing music, food, drink, sports, fireworks. She just loves being a part of everything. So when I say “The sun hurts me, don’t make me go out there.” It stinks for her.
We both enjoy winter, and I must say that I have to be part polar bear because I would rather stand outside and get snowed on then walk to the mailbox in the sun. The Wife likes all the seasons though, and after a couple months of grey and dull, she needs some sunlight and fresh air.
Map of the Arctic with the Arctic Circle in blue. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I keep trying to convince her to move to the Arctic circle, and while you could describe the look I get as ‘Icy’ that doesn’t really convey assent. So in direct contradiction to every cell in my body, I will probably spend a decent amount of time outside the confines of my Office-Hermit-Cave(it’s like the bat cave. Seriously.) Yard work, and construction, and cleaning are all on the docket this weekend. I must be out of my damn mind.
Anyone else prefer winter’s icy embrace to the smothering mauling of summer’s sun?