I don’t like it.
I refuse to accept that it’s this hot.
It’s been in the upper 80s/low 90s for weeks at this point, and I’ve really and truly begun to melt.
This is not why I moved to Seattle. I was promised 60s and raining. Sweater weather.
Not tank-tops and shorts weather.
Sure, I lived in Austin for several years and central Illinois for almost a decade, but in those places at least people had air conditioning. We don’t have AC, and most businesses around here don’t either.
My work sure doesn’t. There’s nothing like hanging out with a dozen cranky pre-teens as they sweat and dehydrate. Ugh.
And, my poor pup is handling the heat about as well as I am. (Here he is waiting for us to fill up his pool. Notice how all my grass has died-except for the dandelions. I am convinced that nothing short of nuclear winter will kill dandelions.)
I know, I know. I’m being whiny. But, it’s exhausting.
And It’s made me thoroughly uninterested in knitting. (Which really stinks.) In fact, this post was supposed to be an update on my progress on the “Husband Sweater.” But, honestly, I’ve probably knit about one inch of sleeve since I last posted about it in May (sorry, Tristan!).
Instead, I’ve been drinking lots of water, eating Popsicles and trying my best not to move.
I hope your summer is going well, and you’re staying cool and hydrated. And that you’re still interested in your knitting. I’m sending you happy, air-conditioned vibes and best wishes for your summer knitting.
I feel your pain! I’m all about the cool, foggy weater… I’m pretty much confined to San Francisco all summer because I’m afraid of even a few hours of 90+ deg weather.
I know! It’s the worst!