Regular readers know I am not a fan of hot, humid weather. In fact, I can be quite the big fat baby brat about it. I had a pretty bratty day today. I pause in wiping away the sweat to attempt to make some semblance of a blog post.
This is not me, or even close to me. For one reason, I have not been on the South Beach Diet long enough. More importantly, the Mohawk Valley does not enjoy dry heat. I cannot say I enjoyed dry heat even when I experienced it, but I know some folks swear by it. To each his own, as the old lady said when she kissed the cow.
I am in a bit of a quandary right now. I did not go running this morning (judge me if you want to be that way) so thought to walk to the post office this afternoon, to mail a few post cards. Additionally, I want to purchase some stamps since I hear the price is going up again soon. Then I thought I would walk to the Herkimer Elks Lodge, where they have Comfort Food dinners on the first Monday of the month. Tonight it is a grilled burger. I thought I would get it to go, bring it home, then go to the Herkimer Town Board meeting, which I have to cover for Sentinel Media. A nice little amount of walking, so I thought.
First, however, I had to put out my trash and recyclables. No problem, that. I put away the green waste containers that were emptied this morning (perhaps you read my blog post about filling them), then brought out the other totes and filled them accordingly. That’s two trips up and down my not very long driveway and two trips back into and out of the house. This is not strenuous activity, even for a woman of my age and weight.
Explain to me, then, why the sweat was pouring off my body by the time I finished! What the hell, me? What the hell, Mother Nature?
I know, you are sitting there hoping that I will quit my bitching soon. I did mention being a big fat baby brat, did I not? No matter. I see I am approaching 400 words. I find that fine for a Monday, and I can only hope that some readers found me entertaining.


















