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Silver Grey
Feb. 26th, 2012 03:34 pmI knew there was something I was going to say the other day! I remembered while I was watering the garden. There was an article in the medical newspaper we get at work, in which a doctor shared funny stories about doing pap smears. Nothing like a spot of medical humour to lighten up my lunchtime reading. Anyway, one of the stories was about a 70-year-old woman who brought her 15-year-old granddaughter along to watch her pap smear, so she'd know what to expect when her turn came. Which is a nice idea, I suppose, but I think that would traumatise her more.
It was so hot last night. So. Hot. The sort of weather that makes one petulant and whiny. Then the power went out. When it goes out on hot nights it's because of excess demand from air conditioners and such. I don't have an air conditioner — I get by with awnings and ceiling fans — so I'm quite resentful of other people's excesses spoiling my modest wants. Hmph.
Anyway, it was as hot inside as it was outside, so I thought I would sleep on the patio. I thought I had a foam mattress, but I don't; or if I do, it wasn't where I thought it was and it was too hot to be bothered looking anywhere else. So I made a mattress out of layers of blankets and, while I wouldn't want to sleep on it every night, it wasn't uncomfortable. It was quite nice outside, with a bit of a breeze. Only then the breeze picked up and swirled a host of dead leaves around me and banged the door of next-door's garage. Meanwhile, Percy thought me sleeping outside was such a top idea he wanted to snuggle into the crook of my knees, which, while hot, was preferable to his previous locations: the pillow next to my face and stretching over my feet. So what with the cat and leaves and door, I gave up and went back to my regular bed about two-thirty. I don't think I am cut out for camping, not even genteel camping like that.
It was so hot last night. So. Hot. The sort of weather that makes one petulant and whiny. Then the power went out. When it goes out on hot nights it's because of excess demand from air conditioners and such. I don't have an air conditioner — I get by with awnings and ceiling fans — so I'm quite resentful of other people's excesses spoiling my modest wants. Hmph.
Anyway, it was as hot inside as it was outside, so I thought I would sleep on the patio. I thought I had a foam mattress, but I don't; or if I do, it wasn't where I thought it was and it was too hot to be bothered looking anywhere else. So I made a mattress out of layers of blankets and, while I wouldn't want to sleep on it every night, it wasn't uncomfortable. It was quite nice outside, with a bit of a breeze. Only then the breeze picked up and swirled a host of dead leaves around me and banged the door of next-door's garage. Meanwhile, Percy thought me sleeping outside was such a top idea he wanted to snuggle into the crook of my knees, which, while hot, was preferable to his previous locations: the pillow next to my face and stretching over my feet. So what with the cat and leaves and door, I gave up and went back to my regular bed about two-thirty. I don't think I am cut out for camping, not even genteel camping like that.