Yeah well, I de-acclimated pretty quick also - it was really hot thar summer in LA, and the place I was working didn't have a/c. I was working in the attic and actually fainted from the heat; must've been 120 in there.

But yeah, the real reason I don't like humidity is that the bugs get really freaking big.

This is an issue for sure. I tolerate hot better than cold. Ideal for me is mid 80's daytime and mid 60's at night.

Skipped 900+ posts because dial-up sucks. We drove from Florida to Staten Island with ease. Dropped MIL at SIL's house and headed north. The mountains are lovely and cooler than the city. Not much exciting to report. Just chillin'.

Tomorrow I pick up Brendon in Syracuse and will spend the night at some B&B in NY wine country. We retrieve the boys from basketball camp on Wednesday.

Just doing the vacation thing. Bought a bunch of fireworks on the way up the highway.

I hope all was well in my skippitude. Kristin, I saw your note about the send off invites. Is this while I am still in the NE region?

Of course, I was also confused about which side of the road to drive on, and wouldn't take or give anything with my left hand, which made drive-thrus problematic, so it may have been more than the apparel.

Are these things related, or is taking something with your left hand considered wrong in Malaysia.

ION I just saw a bug in my kitchen. I'm pretty sure it wasn't a cockroach, but still not something I want to wake up to.

When I came back to the US it was in the high-90s in the East Bay, and I had to wear jeans and a sweatshirt to be comfy. That's when people started looking at me like *I* was mental.

I think I just died on your behalf. Ugh. I can't wear sweatshirts in the 70s.

Me either. I'm turning Seattle enough that I'll put on shorts once it hits 65 or 70, though unlike DH I'll stick to jeans until it hits 75 or so if I'm going to be in the shade and not moving around (e.g. at a ball game).

The only thing I like about humidity is it makes my hair almost fluffy. And I'm not sure it counts as humidity when it's cool or cold, but I like living in a place with cloudy, wet winters, because I no longer get winter dry skin.

And I know, I grew up in Alabama. Yes, my heat tolerance was higher as a child, but I never really enjoyed it. My favorite thing about the heat was always AC--when we had window units, I used to read in a chair by the AC so it would blow on my face. When we went to central AC, I'd read stretched out on the floor in my room, book propped against the wall, cool air again blowing on my face.

Ok...new thing on the to do list for today. MUST BUY a long, airy skirt that fits, since I seem to own none in my new larger size. It is HOT out there, and capri pants just aren't doing the trick. I am drenched.

Utilikilt sighting at the coffee shop this a.m. Sort of a slate blue color. Not that I'm suggesting that anyone needs another, but it was quite nice looking.

Vague sort of mostly-quoteless-cause-I'm-lazy-that-way-meara:

I'm all bummed now that Raquel was living in the East Bay for a while and I never knew her. So far I've missed out on early Raquel, -t, tommyrot, P-C, and possibly Lori, and only met Kat a week or so before she moved south. Stoopid lack of time-travel capacity.

I *love* humidity.

Humidity is fine by me. Dry heat, too. Pretty much, heat. The happiest summer I ever spent was the summer after college graduation, when I stayed on campus (Hudson Valley) as a student intern at New York Stage & Film. Hot, hot, hot, a little damp (not brutal Deep South humidity, just enough to keep the hair curly and the nasal passages from turning into hot sandpaper), nearly endless daylight, fireflies at dusk, and warm enough to walk down to the town's only 24-hour diner at 2 a.m. wearing shorts and a tank top in perfect comfort. If San Francisco could only have just exactly those summer nights, it would be the most perfect city in the universe.

Also, pfoo, Nora, on the W/D error, but yay on fixing it, and you and Tom should know that I still swoon with envy and wonder every time I think of your new house. That virtual tour you posted a link to oh so long ago was just stunningly gorgeous, and it'll be even better when everything in it is yours.

Also, juliana is just ridiculously pretty.

As Jen noted, Fay having a date didn't seem to warrant much comment because it seems so natural and obvious and exactly the way the world should work. Or, as Emmett would phrase it: Fay has a date? Well, duh.

And Kara and Aiden need to stop rappelling up the major appliances before they completely wreck their poor mom.

ION, I am blotchy and cranky. Something yesterday, the big green baseball fields or the sunscreen or something, kicked my allergies into hyperdrive, and my eyes are puffy and goopy and scritchy and I was mostly airless for much of last night. Compared to the physical ailments of many of my friends on and offline it's pretty minor, but oh so irksome. Also, the skin around my eyes is all raw and irritated from 18 hours of salt water leakage, and (whitefonted for grossitude) when I got up I had to blindly feel my way to the bathroom and rinse them open as they were pasted shut. Bleah.

eta: IOtherON, at Howl's Moving Castle yesterday I picked up a very lovely free slightly-larger-than-mini-poster for Mad Hot Ballroom, mostly 'cause I remembered a couple of other Buffistas had already seen it and loved it. If anyone would like it, ping me (I suck at mailing, so it may not get to you anytime soon, but it will eventually, I swear).

taking something with your left hand considered wrong in Malaysia

This. Sort of a taboo, because squat toilets + no toilet paper = clean self with left hand. So taking food or giving food or eating food with your left hand is considered esp. gross, and doing other stuff like offering money or touching someone with it is "dirty" and tacky.

One thing about the squat toilets is the newer ones had hoses with good water pressure next to them, so you could hose the 5-inch cockroaches away.

The only thing I like about humidity is it makes my hair almost fluffy

Oh lord, humidity makes my hair look like Sideshow Bob.

Huh. I've been cleaning stuff with Pine Sol, and it appears to have removed all the skin on my fingers.

::ahem::

Happy Birthday, JZ!!!

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H A P P Y

J Z ! !