It’s a surprisingly hot muggy day, but dark clouds are telling us that the skies will soon light up and give us some relief from the heat and bugs. The town of Waskaganish is spared from the traditional dust due to the recent upgrades to their roads, paved and all.
It’s a nice day though, but tough on those who wish that work wasn’t in the way of the time that could be spent outdoors.
It’s a tough choice – stay indoors in a cool basement with Netflix or brave the strong summer radiation called sunlight? Is it just me, or does that the sun burn more intensely and a little deeper than it used to? Or is that just my inclination to stay cool all the time? I’m betting it’s the sun, as more and more posts signal the increasing winds do little more than waft the heat harder on your drying skin.
Having spent the last two decades living at the 55th parallel, summer is mostly a legend that some people still talk about, believing that it’ll show up this year. But no, the fog rolls back in, disrupting anything that’s called a flight schedule.
Instead it’s just that time of the year again, when the ice jostles back into the position of weather wrecker ruins any chance you had of enjoying a day at the beach. Global warming? Baaahh! Go tell that to the ice pack.
If anyone wonders why I’m griping about the weather, well it’s just because life in general doesn’t have any real issues to deal with. No real drama to exploit, not even fake news.
So I guess I fall into that doldrum spectrum, far below the concepts that maintain a social status of any sort or worthy of any post – other than this column. If you think I’m going on and on about nothing, well, you’re right. I mean what else could be funnier? Heck, Seinfeld did it for years and never had any real plan, which spells out a formula for popularity. Yes, being the wallflower in society does have its benefits.
Back in the day when summer meant a little more than just nice weather patterns, there were many social events that brought lots of people together. A powwow, a get-together, a reunion, a gathering, a tournament and what do you have, society at play.
Now if there could be a gathering of hot-air specialists we could use all that bad breathe to blow away our fog. That’s something that piques my interest.
Extroverts versus introverts, a fine duel one might say. But in the end, it’s just another way to get summer in tune with your external child and enjoy a beach somewhere.
Speaking of beaches, I hear that equal rights are hard at work for the right to bare one’s body at southern water playgrounds. I’m not sure if I would ever dare go swimming that way. I’m more into baring my soul as it can withstand any heatwave.
Just in case I forget, remember the ozone layer, is it still a thing? Just food for thought because I haven’t heard that expression used in several years.
I’m still hoping to find something worthy to gripe about this summer. Signing off from a foggy land far north on some iceberg-strewn beach…