A day of water.
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changelingIt's been so hot here the last few days. We had a brief storm yesterday – far too brief for my liking. It didn't cool the weather down any.
Today we had a delightfully relaxed morning; both on laptops (after I woke up), Steph doing homework. We had a shower to freshen up before heading to Dave's party, and also to cool down. We ran late, but that's mostly because we didn't get started until far too late. Driving there was a little stressful as a result; also, my car isn't very good at cooling down once the ambient temperature reaches a certain level. I was very glad we didn't take it to the reservoir.
Dave's party was ostensibly for waterskiing, but I was too damn hot to be interested in that (it was about 38.5ºC according to Dave's friend Nyssa's mum's car). We ended up bathing in the "lake" for the first part. Others swam, or trod water. I was unusually not in the mood for exerting myself, so I floated, or wallowed in the shallows. Steph just popped over my shoulder to say that it should be noted that she did a lot of exercise, and it's true. She swam far more than I.
Afterwards, we had lunch. Due to our lateness, and the fact that we couldn't find my wallet before we left, we didn't pick anything up for the barbecue. Oh, how we regret it. There was no vegie option. There were two slabs of sausages cooked (both Steph's and my mouths went "yummy" before informed by our brain that these were not the delicious vegie sausages we normally eat), and Dave's mum (who was completely unprepared through no fault of her own) had only brought some lettuce and sliced tomato as "salad". The tomato and I are not friends, though we can have a conversation, if you follow my analogy, if we're stuck in a room together, so I was not impressed. Steph and I had a few lettuce and tomato sandwiches (mine also with tomato sauce) – though not too many because we didn't want to leave the (behavioural) omnivores with nothing to put their sausage in (hur, hur) – and there was some sliced watermelon for afters. We had to leave early for a multitude of reasons, the most pressing being the sheer volume of homework Steph's trying to power through this weekend. I was guiltily pleased and relieved, because the painful starvation I felt before lunch had only relented enough to no longer be crampily painful. Steph cooked a delightful dinner when we got home, with onion and quinoa and bok choy and garlic and some inexplicable fake meat that Daharja had in her freezer that I disliked the more I ate of it. Most of the meal was untainted by Unholy MeatTM, though. The more I learn about human nutrition, the less I ever want to go back to a non-vegan diet. Poor Dave's mum heard Steph and I (though mostly me) talk about some of the Lesser Known Scientific FactsTM (Fact: Milk doesn't help osteoporosis. Fact: The highest rates of osteoporosis are in the countries that consume the most milk. Fact: Milk can draw calcium out of the bones due to its animal protein content, which creates an acid environment in the blood which needs to be neutralised with a base – calcium.) and asked why I wasn't going into nutrition as a career. An interesting thought, but not something I've ever planned on following. We just do this sort of reading for our own information.
We had a bath after dinner (and some Buffy watching). Neither of us is good with the heat, and neither of our bodies is very good with cooling us down.
Later, much later, it stormed again. It was strong and powerful and beautiful. The wind blew the rain into the house (and then I shut those windows because there was so much rain). The power went out, and it was deliciously, magically dark (although the fan being out was a bugger). I lit a candle to Illapa. Steph and I went out and danced like possessed in the rain. We lay on our backs and watched the lightning.
Then, after we went in and both Steph and I had reactions to the grass (Steph far worse than me, for it made her eczema flare up), we took a shower as Daharja suggested (to wash the allergens off) and cortisoned up.
A beautifully watery day (though we could have probably done without the last part. *grins*).
Today we had a delightfully relaxed morning; both on laptops (after I woke up), Steph doing homework. We had a shower to freshen up before heading to Dave's party, and also to cool down. We ran late, but that's mostly because we didn't get started until far too late. Driving there was a little stressful as a result; also, my car isn't very good at cooling down once the ambient temperature reaches a certain level. I was very glad we didn't take it to the reservoir.
Dave's party was ostensibly for waterskiing, but I was too damn hot to be interested in that (it was about 38.5ºC according to Dave's friend Nyssa's mum's car). We ended up bathing in the "lake" for the first part. Others swam, or trod water. I was unusually not in the mood for exerting myself, so I floated, or wallowed in the shallows. Steph just popped over my shoulder to say that it should be noted that she did a lot of exercise, and it's true. She swam far more than I.
Afterwards, we had lunch. Due to our lateness, and the fact that we couldn't find my wallet before we left, we didn't pick anything up for the barbecue. Oh, how we regret it. There was no vegie option. There were two slabs of sausages cooked (both Steph's and my mouths went "yummy" before informed by our brain that these were not the delicious vegie sausages we normally eat), and Dave's mum (who was completely unprepared through no fault of her own) had only brought some lettuce and sliced tomato as "salad". The tomato and I are not friends, though we can have a conversation, if you follow my analogy, if we're stuck in a room together, so I was not impressed. Steph and I had a few lettuce and tomato sandwiches (mine also with tomato sauce) – though not too many because we didn't want to leave the (behavioural) omnivores with nothing to put their sausage in (hur, hur) – and there was some sliced watermelon for afters. We had to leave early for a multitude of reasons, the most pressing being the sheer volume of homework Steph's trying to power through this weekend. I was guiltily pleased and relieved, because the painful starvation I felt before lunch had only relented enough to no longer be crampily painful. Steph cooked a delightful dinner when we got home, with onion and quinoa and bok choy and garlic and some inexplicable fake meat that Daharja had in her freezer that I disliked the more I ate of it. Most of the meal was untainted by Unholy MeatTM, though. The more I learn about human nutrition, the less I ever want to go back to a non-vegan diet. Poor Dave's mum heard Steph and I (though mostly me) talk about some of the Lesser Known Scientific FactsTM (Fact: Milk doesn't help osteoporosis. Fact: The highest rates of osteoporosis are in the countries that consume the most milk. Fact: Milk can draw calcium out of the bones due to its animal protein content, which creates an acid environment in the blood which needs to be neutralised with a base – calcium.) and asked why I wasn't going into nutrition as a career. An interesting thought, but not something I've ever planned on following. We just do this sort of reading for our own information.
We had a bath after dinner (and some Buffy watching). Neither of us is good with the heat, and neither of our bodies is very good with cooling us down.
Later, much later, it stormed again. It was strong and powerful and beautiful. The wind blew the rain into the house (and then I shut those windows because there was so much rain). The power went out, and it was deliciously, magically dark (although the fan being out was a bugger). I lit a candle to Illapa. Steph and I went out and danced like possessed in the rain. We lay on our backs and watched the lightning.
Then, after we went in and both Steph and I had reactions to the grass (Steph far worse than me, for it made her eczema flare up), we took a shower as Daharja suggested (to wash the allergens off) and cortisoned up.
A beautifully watery day (though we could have probably done without the last part. *grins*).
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Date: 2006-01-21 04:33 pm (UTC)Except, of course, for some odd reason the weather here's been alternating from unseasonably warm to bitterly cold... trees budding and everything.
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Date: 2006-01-22 09:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-27 02:42 am (UTC)Happy New Year by the way!
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Date: 2006-01-27 10:28 pm (UTC)Some of our friends are reasonably cool about it, so whenever we're unprepared and we haven't been catered for, we're caught a little off-guard.