I woke up this morning on the second day of what is to be nine days away from work. Nine blissful, stressless days away from the ball and chain, the necessary evil, that is my job. This year, we decided not to muck up our time off by taking a vacation. You know, the relaxing trip to the Gulf of Mexico where you spent three weeks planning, stressing, and being agitated over getting there and then fuss and fume over what you are going to do while you are there. Where are you going to eat? Are we going to the dog races? Can I really afford the condo and the deep sea fishing? Then, when it’s over, you’re just ready to be home, you realize, hell, you are a day’s car ride away from home. This year, we decided to skip that relaxation and opt for more trips to the various lakes in Kentucky.
Anyway, I woke up Sunday morning, put on a pot of coffee to burn last night’s alcohol session with my brother-in-law from my brain, turned on the air conditioner in my sunroom – i.e., writing place and waiting for the fog to clear from my mind. It is July 1st in Kentucky. The temperature will hit the uppper eighties to low nineties with the humidity somewhere between one hundred and one hundred and twelve percent. People who aren’t from the southeastern United States have no concept of just how much you sweat, especially in the summer.
Another anyway, with all this in mind, I did the only thing a sane person could do. After my room was cool enough, I put the computer on my desk, poured another cup of coffee – it would soon turn to something stronger – and built a fire in the fireplace. Yes, you heard me right. Air conditioner, summertime, and fire in the fireplace.
Then, I sank into my stories.
I have no idea how people who cannot create their own realities, visualize them and put them onto cyber paper even get through the day. It must be a very lonely, empty existence.
As always, I thank you for reading. Have a great July, whereever you are.
Tim
Enjoy your vacation!
Thanks for reading. Have a good day.
Tim
Our humidity is about the same here in Ohio, 112%. Sweating is useless. I’m ready for autumn. Writing is kind of fun when you’re into it, sunk deep in the story and don’t even want to come out for dinner. 🙂
I think that is the best time of all. When you are so deep into it, you don’t even know who you are.
Thanks for chiming in. Don’t worry. The winter will be just as cold and miserable as summer.
Have a good day.
Tim
I’m with you on the writing, but maybe not on the fire in Summer. 🙂
Thanks for following my blog, which is much appreciated.
Best wishes, Pete.
I enjoyed the blog very much. I will recommend it to anyone following my blog. In the meantime, keep the fires burning…or whatever it takes to legally keep your imagination churning.
Tim
Hi Tim! 🙂
Happy Fourth of July!!! 🙂
We’re having a warm summer here – hottest since the seventies and not very humid, so pleasant enough! 🙂
The only fly in the ointment is some tossers have been seen by a Police helicopter starting fires on the moorland, so as many fire appliances that can be spared and 100 British troops are trying to bring it under control, but the peat is burning underground so they are struggling to contain it. 😡
I hope they arrest the Bastards and give them ten years!!! 😡
God Bless!
Prenin.