Most of the country is sweating it out this summer, while here at my house my fingers are turning blue from the cold. Not that I’m complaining. I would rather put on a sweater and gloves than turn on the AC. Still I am sure we will have a summer, with the usual heat and scary sundowner wind gusts that have for the past three summers fanned wild fires and caused us to evacuate. It is just that it feels more and more likely that our summer will arrive in the fall and last into the holiday season.
This whole global warming thing is messing me up. I used to rotate my extensive wardrobe, (not) based on the changing of the seasons. I do the same with the slipcovers on the sofa and the mantle and table décor. Now I’m confused. I am wearing white linen because it is after all, post memorial day, but I find a need to accessorize with a down parka or a cashmere wrap. My linen sofas are lovely but if I forget and leave the windows open, by morning they are wet. What am I going to do when summer really arrives and I’ve rotated into sweaters and jeans?
Same thing applies to cooking. This should be the season for salads and outdoor grilling, but (a.) we don’t own a barbeque and (b.) we don’t have outdoor heaters. Back to the snow attire. The other day I made big pot of chili and schlepped it over to Stacy’s house to go with some cornbread she had made. We ate outdoors in her little courtyard where Holland was dressed appropriately in her zebra-print snuggie and the rest of us had on sweaters and hooded sweatshirts. The chili was a perfect "warm-your-innards-meal" for an August evening at the beach. Where I grew up it was a weenie roast in my wet bathing suit!
This brings me to what to cook for the Thursday girls this week. The week before last was spaghetti and meatballs, last week it was tacos and enchiladas. I would ordinarily make a salad or soup or something light, but face it, these girls are short on body fat and they need to keep warm in the refrigerator of my living room. Also there are a couple of them who could starve to death since they don’t like anything green. Maybe some Mac and cheese? Right now I am freezing! I need to go find some socks.
The sun was actually shining when I got up yesterday morning at six. An hour later the fog had crept in like the neighbor’s cat and I put on a sweater for my walk on the beach. The dogs got the most exercise, but I guess shivering burns calories just as easily as a power walk. I wore my sunglasses on the beach even though it was gray, so as not to frighten the early walkers with my black eye. I’ve been going most everywhere sans sunglasses and explaining my shiner to anyone who doesn’t ask what happened. I can only imagine what people must think. Still I try not to defend.
Paying attention is my newest goal in life. Attention to where my feet are stepping and what might be coming up. If, God forbid, I should fall again, I’m thinking I’ll need to wear a helmet and body armor just walking around the house. That is, if I’m still allowed to live at home. Meanwhile, today it is 60 degrees and drizzling. I’m now watching the clock to see when I can respectably cuddle up with my blanket on the bed for a nap. It is noon and it’s already been a long, cold day!
My life is so glamorous! It’s just not fair, lucky for me!!