weather no's

Do you know what it is today?
It's the wrong day to venture out on a bicycle is what it is today!!
and I tell you this with a skin just beginning to char and matted hair in sweatfest after a glorious wash in coconut flavoured shampoo this morning, that don't you venture out in this heat when the weather can't decide whether it should trigger the autumnal season or still keep sticking to summer because it's an abomination to be out there especially on a bicycle, pedalling and sweating and hating each moment of it, hoping that your lipgloss is keeping intact, what with the heat and humidity and an overall pounding of white sunshine and insufferable heat become a hermit.

To do and do it all over

A sultry afternoon, worsened by a smidgen of rain, stifling outdoors and the inability to adapt to this weather; to sweat like a frozen water bottle left in hamam, to have the condensation pool around ankles, to not care a whit about wiping away at your face like a bedraggled mess as the sweat drips down the forehead while others watch on and suddenly realizing the surroundings to backpedal and regain the usual poise and tactfully retrieve a soft tissue from a bag to gently tap on the forehead and mouth when in reality you really just want to raise the hem of your delightfully soft cotton skirt and rub at your existence until all the sweat is absorbed.

read on baby

Tis the season for aircon's and I have broken the seasonal maidenhood of my air conditioners by finally switching one on today.
The verisimilitude of today's incalescence hit me like a wet towel that's been doused in superheated steam before I even stepped out this afternoon.
Bathed in sweat right out of the shower with wet hair clinging to every part of the body and refusing to dry because of humidity and staying wet because of sweat so piteously triggered me that I wanted to cry.
My entire face feels like it'll begin to melt and that I'd end up finding my features in my shoes because everything about me feels liquefied and it doesn't help that this house that is super airy and tremendously ventilated now lets in the kind of heat that I could near poach in what with its extremely soggy characteristic that I feel I shall keep ranting about this entire season.
The problem with fans here and it's not as such an issue with fans as it is with the way they are is that there is no concept of ceiling fans which have the ability to disperse air throughout the entirety of the rooms, instead, there are only table or pedestal fans that project air in a single direction only and the moment you're out of their influence chances are you're suffocating; not to say that fans are any helpful but at least some respite can be had, having said that I do know of people and families who only turn on their air conditioners on the rarest of occasions and even then they don't.

I'd once gone to a house in the previous town I lived in regarding some work and the heat was stifling and imagine my disbelief when on reaching that house I saw the entire family seated on small stool's around a low table with just a couple table fans for company eating watermelon.
Every member was profusely sweating, there was a tower ac in the corner that stayed quietly ignored and it was in that mucky weather of their house that I conducted my business and hated every second of it because I was evidently uncomfortable, saturating my small hand towel with perspiration and not a single person seemed moved by that image. It felt and looked like a penance.

On another occasion, a friend of mine was aghast that the first thing I did on reaching home (again this was in my previous town) was turn on the ac during winter months on the warm setting because the house was well below freezing point and she inquired as to why did I do that? Odd question that but I told her it was cold and she said yes, but it's better to sit with a duvet rolled about your person than turn on the ac, at least that's what most people did (in that town apparently) and then it was my turn to be aghast.
Rest assured my duvet never left the bedroom and doesn't to this day, but yes these are incidents that have happened and they're funny to recall.

And now, as I near finish this post, my room, cool and comfortable in that non-icy pleasant way rather makes me feel like I'm in one of those sanitized laboratories. All experiments are a go go

Pool pole

Another Sunday in a long list of uneventful Sunday's, except this one is hotter than Satan in vogue. 

It's miserably humid, and I'm resolved to loiter around the swimming pool each afternoon. 

There isn't much you can do in this heat except splash about in water, sweat while you dry, then dip into the pool again. It helps that the swimming pool in question is no more than 20 strides from my house, but the downside of this entire scheme of things is that an afternoon besides the pool means having to put up with hyper active children and their bored mommies. 

Some stealthy spying might enlighten me on a time when the pool is a child free zone. I have nothing against kids, except that they make a whole lot of din, when all I want is to steam in this heat in a relatively nuisance free circuit.