Sticky
The air has been heavy and there’s a lot of sweating going on in the construction business.
I started my day feeling all right yesterday, but a lot of the work around town is of the gut rehab variety.
Lots of dust and plenty of stairs.
Legs got heavy quickly and sweat was drenching and the 9 hairs on my head.
“So uncomfortable,” one guy said.
“Beats the hell out of snow,” I mentioned.
“Oh not for me!” He exclaimed. “I love the cold.”
Can that possibly be true?
Are there truly people who feel that way?
I’m biased, I guess, cause I live in Buffalo and I can’t ever imagine ever loving snow again.
I’m over the beauty of the first snowfall of the year.
I never ever want a white Christmas.
I don’t like driving in it, walking in it, or even thinking about it.
I hate the grey days without sunshine that seems to linger for eight months around here.
I don’t need to ever hear another Christmas song, or get excited about chestnuts roasting on an open fire.
Give me steaks on the grill.
Sweat pouring down my back as I play or work in it.
My mood is better. My body feels better.
The cat and dog are happy to be outside.
“Man, I hate this sticky weather,” the gal behind the register in the 7/11 said as a way to make conversation.
“Not me! Love it.”
A pair of shorts and a light tee-shirt beats the hell out of fluffy socks, layered clothing and gloves and a ski cap.
Anyone who says differently is lying.
Comments