It’s hot out there. The dogs don’t even want to leave the house. Air-conditioning is on for the day. What to do?
It is beautiful outside. Beautiful, humid, with just enough sunshine to make it feel like a cooker. There isn’t anything unusual about this. We call this “summer” in New England.
I always laugh at people who somehow think we have this crisp weather here. Everyone takes pictures of New England in the fall and that is when we actually have crisp weather. But that is the only time we have it. The rest of the time it’s bitterly cold with mountains of snow. Hot, humid, and hazy, or layered in the mud.
Let me restate that: anywhere near the coast is like that. Probably if you live in Vermont in the mountains, it’s different. Actually anywhere far from the coast with some altitude generally gets less of the mucky weather, though this year, that hasn’t been true. It has actually been hotter north of here than in the valley.
That’s not usually the way it goes. The only place the weather has been typically typical is on the coast itself where the sea breeze drops the temperature and generally makes life more pleasant in the summer.
The more complicated life gets, the more I yearn for some kind of simplicity. The thing is, I don’t really remember ever having a simple life unless we were on vacation. That was what the Vineyard was about, I think. It was very simple. If you stayed for a couple of weeks, you could easily forget you’d ever been anywhere else.
I’m beginning to think we really need a vacation. Probably not as much as we need an improved chimney.
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