I am thoroughly sick of summer, this the 2nd day of it. YUCK. It's so humid and gross. I detest heat, having been born and bred in the north country (though the old man points out I've live in Tulsa longer than anywhere else in my life. True. Still can't take the heat.)
So I am wandering around in pajamas gifted me by my dear friend Emily, hanging out in the lovely (expensive) air conditioning, watching TV and knitting.
My goals in life the last few weeks have been to not leave the house on my days off. Thank God for the husband that will shop for what provisions I require, and who doesn't mind eating omlets! Because I will cook the hell out of omlets. Add a side of hashbrowns and some dry toast? Nirvana. Then a nap. And more knitting.
So that's summertime for me--I was actually checking out casino jobs in Wyoming, dreaming of the chilly nights and cool days. I was comparing rentals and saw the arid, desert surroundings...
Here's the thing about Oklahoma. It's beautiful. I live near the Ozarks, with trees and rolling hills, rivers, grass, flowers...I would so miss it. The heat and humidity do indeed suck. But we have all four seasons here, and I love that.
I also love my job. And the people there. I love my little shack where I have dwelled since 1990. Who am I kidding? I will never leave this place where grass is a weed, there is no sagebrush, and it's hot as balls in the summer.
I guess I can dream, though. And knit.