Today’s the first day of summer. Actually it’s not until tonight after seven o’clock or that’s what it said on a Google search I did. First days don’t start at night so I’m going to call that bullshit.
Pretty hot around here—temperatures in the 90’s. The new tenants who moved in above me last week don’t have an air conditioner. I feel sorry for them but that doesn’t mean I’m going to invite them down to stay cool in my place. I’m not that good of a neighbor.
I currently have 32 bottles of water in my refrigerator. In hot weather, when I’m out and about, I take a bottle with me. I don’t think I’ve ever been dehydrated in my life and I’m not about to start now.
Being out and about sometimes for me means taking the bus. Is there anything worse in the summer than getting on a bus with the air conditioner not working?
They say vodka and tonic is an excellent summer drink. I say it’s an excellent drink all year round.
Like everybody else, I wear fewer clothes in the summer. Today I’m wearing lightweight pants and a gray t-shirt. I don’t like dressing for summer. I look much better with more clothes on.
A lot of women look better with less clothes on in the summer but not all. When I see heavy women—or for that matter, heavy guys too—walking around with their naked stomachs hanging out, I wonder what their thought process is.
Another reason I don’t like dressing for summer is less pockets. I don’t like having to carry stuff with me.
If it gets hot enough this summer, I’m going to try and fry an egg on the sidewalk. This is something I’ve always wanted to do. Should I butter the sidewalk first?
I should listen to Beach Boys music in the summer but I never do. I like them better in the winter.
(Photo from prlog.com)