Wait, I have vacations after all!

[oloriel]

Today I had the first day of these vacations that actually felt like holidays. Well, ok, last Thursday wasn't all bad, either. But this was my first own personal holiday, so.

I went to visit leany75 in Sittard. It was a fairly nice drive (aside from the heat) - it only takes 1 1/2 hours to get to another country, yay - and a lovely afternoon! At first, we went on a wild grocery shopping spree which, among other things, got us gingerbread and Ben and Jerry's "Fossile Fuel" ice cream. (We now know why the dinosaurs went extinct: Because they were deep-frozen and put into ice cream! Well, and because Leany beheaded half of them...) Furthermore, Leany helped me with the scholarly robes for my DrachenUrukfest character - that is, I vaguely said what I had in mind, and she transformed it into an actual pattern and cut it out for me. And we watched My Big Fat Greek Wedding! Another education gap closed.

On the drive home, I saw five hay transporters (two of them driving in front of me, grr). Eru, the year is so far gone already. They're beginning to harvest already - it's practically autumn.

Except for the part where it's the middle of summer - the canicular days, moreover. (Not that the days just before the canicular days were any less brutally hot, but.) Quite frankly, I'm currently hating the summer. I know I was whining for Spring like everyone else, but firstly I was just whining for the light, not for the warmth, and secondly, these temperatures are JUST NOT HEALTHY. If it weren't so hot, I'd crack a joke about how we all should be happy about the return of Sirius, but... nah. It's not funny anymore when you're constantly covered in a film of sweat, as soon as you're out of the shower and towelled yourself dry, as soon as you put on fresh clothing. Everything is sticky. I can't wait for autumn. As it is, I'm basking in heat. Which makes me cranky, annoyed at everything from, say, zero reaction to a painting I'm actually proud of for once (dammit, people, you can say it sucks (though I'd like an explanation as to why it sucks), but say something) via, say, always the same pointless violence plots in a certain online rpg community, to, say, destructive little kittens.

When I came home, I first had to sweep away the remains of the watering can the kittens threw off the windowsill.
Later on, the heat made our cyan printer toner cartridge explode. Jörg threw the plastic wrapper into his waste-paper basket, not considering that the kittens like to fish stuff out of that to play with. Accordingly, Fëanáro now has cyan paws. Attempts at washing it off failed in part due to the durability of the ink, and in part due to the incooperative kitten, who apparently doesn't like water that much after all.

Also, my mom is being annoying. May I please spork her?

So ends a fair day in wrath...

In other news, Thomas and I somehow have to get hold of a Kohte before next Wednesday. Guh.

Comments

[meril.livejournal.com]

But cyan is such a lovely color for a cat~!
(not really. it's certainly a lot tougher to clean than my dirt-coloured dog)

I need to scroll back on your entries. The heat is making me neglect my flist. Or is it the busy? Or the fact I don't look at entries with pictures in the daytime? I suck, regardless.

This heat is sooo bad. I left a bag of individually wrapped lychee gummies in the car when I got to work at 13:00 and by 17:45 they had melted.

[oloriel.livejournal.com]

Part of the problem is that I have an art journal where I post such stuff, so people who don't look at pictures don't have to skip the entries in this journal. So it's partly my fault. Then again, the few times I posted a link, there weren't any more reactions either, so there's no point in that either. ('sides, it kind of defeats the purpose of a seperate "normal" and "art" journal). I know I can't complain about people who only read this journal not commenting then even though there's a link at the top of this journal but if nobody of those who have it friended react, either... gah.

And I'm such a comment whore. I can't feel accomplished about something unless people tell me it's ok.

- ewwww, melted gummies!

[kali921.livejournal.com]

So what's hot in Germany? Seventy degrees Farenheit?

Try New York City in July, hon. Ninety degrees with one thousand percent humidity.

Or San Francisco, last week. Eighty five in SF, up to one hundred and TWELVE degrees fifteen miles inland. Fifty six people in California died last week from the heatwave, and we're having rolling power blackouts due to increased energy consumption, and Spare The Air days, due to the fact that the massive pollution settles lower in the atmosphere during hot, still weather.

[barbardin.livejournal.com]

38° Celsius here, today. That makes >100° Fahrenheit for you. And my place is definately not the hottest place in Germany/Europe. Touché.

[kali921.livejournal.com]

WOW! :-)

Actually, it's frightening, because it's global warming in our lifetime. It really, really is, and it disturbs me. The heatwaves, when they actually happen in Northern California, are longer and much hotter than they were ten years ago.

Part of the problem is that us native San Franciscans (not these wannabe peons that move here from LA or Wisconsin) are used to a cool, marine climate where we get tons of fog in the spring and summer and it rarely gets above sixty five degrees Fahrenheit.

So when it gets above seventy, oh my GOD, people are complaining and fainting in the streets and MY GOD THE APOCALYPSE MUST BE HERE.

However, having spent summers in NYC, well...that can't be beat for sheer misery.

[oloriel.livejournal.com]

You know, we're not actually on the polar circle.

[http://users.livejournal.com/macalla_/]

Oh, I know exactly what you mean about art you are proud of an everyone just ignores.
Gets to me every time.