Chalk it up to frugality. Or stubborness. Or downright delusion. The fact is, we have no central air conditioning and we profess to like things that way.
In case, like the leader of the Free World, you never pick up a newspaper, the midwest is getting slammed with a heat wave the likes of, well, the one we had last summer. And the summer before that.
Say what you will about cold and snow, but winter weather rarely prevents me from
- cooking a meal
- allowing myself to be touched
- getting exercise
- wearing clothes
- trapping squirrels
all activities I’m generally fond of.
There are ways to work around heat-imposed constraints, most of which involve huddling around window air conditioners in the smaller, darker rooms of our turn-of-the-century home. [I told you we have squirrels everywhere]
In the meantime, I’m blogging again after our trip to Boston and Cape Cod. Sort of. With work and writing deadlines looming, and another two week vacation about to begin, I can’t promise much.
Just this picture of the Kay Unger dress I found in Boston, to wear to my stepson’s wedding.
(you didn’t really think I was going to iron that skirt, did you?)