As a child, summer was always a time to celebrate. After all, there was no school, no homework, and (if I was lucky) no real responsibility in sight. Unfortunately as an adult, my feelings about summer have changed dramatically.
The funny thing is, I know that in winter I’m complaining about Seattle winter. Dark days, the constant drizzle, and experiencing days, weeks, and even months sometimes without seeing that big yellow orb in the sky.
But now, as an adult, I am finding summer to be equally as challenging. While I admit it feels quite odd to feel so depressed when the sun is shining, the issue I have is with temperature.
Living in a cold corner of the country, we get excited when things warm up at the beginning of summer to about 65 degrees. By 70-75 degrees, people are sporting bikinis. The typical home in the Pacific Northwest however has not been built for true heat, so when things start getting into the 80’s and even the not-so-lucky 90’s there is a distinct lack of air conditioning that makes these temperatures more livable in other parts of America.
With that in mind, that is part of the reason I have been somewhat absent in the blogosphere through the middle part of this week. In addition to the knuckle-dragging depression I’ve been having, my medications (which seem to constantly warn me not to get “too hot”) make it even more difficult for me to cool down. Once I get warm, I can’t seem to cool off again very easily.
In the end, there is only so much time I can spend in a cold shower, or hanging out in an air conditioned grocery store before people start getting concerned. Even with windows opened strategically and every fan we own pointed right at me I was still averaging a body temperature of 100-101 degrees, and while the internet seemed happy to suggest I “sip a cool drink” I really wasn’t kidding anyone… the heat this week left me miserable.
Usually I can tolerate a pretty significant amount of misery before becoming agitated, but after three nights of waking up every thirty minutes due to the heat I was overjoyed to see some big, grey, poofy clouds this morning. I’m hoping a little cool air can help with my irritability and give me a chance to take a nap because frankly… I’m exhausted and I am well approaching the snapping point. I can’t really imagine how this lack of sleep has not triggered mania this week, maybe that is a sign of the tight grip depression has on me at this point? I don’t know.
I know in four or five months I’ll be eating my own words and I will be desperate for a little sunshine, but at this point, at the close of summer, I feel happy to hand over the keys of summer in exchange for the cold, grey, relatively stable weather of the rainy season.