The carpets all feel squishy and slick. Vacuuming them makes me think perhaps I should be using a wet vac. Thankfully, Alice, Dahlia and the cats are opting for the tile or hardwood floors. Their hot, hairy bodies are musky in the humidity. Not an aroma therapy I desire in the bedroom carpet.
Every door in the house is stuck. Swollen wood frames refuse to allow the door to close, but woe is me if I do get it closed; opening it again means throwing myself against it like a DEA agent entering a crack house. Cabinets in the kitchen and bath, due to the high moisture content inherent in such places, are particularly prone to breaking my fingernails.
Even the wrought iron stair case up to my loft office is dangerously slick. It feels like the world is swelling and sweating. A cloud of cold vapor escapes as I open the refrigerator door, falling like a cloud on my toes.
I’ve moved most of the houseplants out including the two huge trees. Suddenly, my living room feels barren and cavernous. The palm has been re-potted, something it desperately needed. I wish I had given more thought to how I was going to get it back into the house before settling it into a wash tub sized container. The Fig Tree has shrunken. It bends gently under the weight of the rain washing its dusty leaves.
But I have no complaints. It is July in New England and it only happens once a year.
|I may need a forklift to move the palm back into the house!|
3 comments on “Moist, Damp, Wet!”
At least the palm is on a dolly. I had a metal dolly made for the Kalmyra and I pull it via a rope handle. Cheer up the reservoir will be full and you won't be on watering and flushing restrictions this summer.
I find it comical, as I read through my facebook page, that the people who were complaining a few short months ago about the snow are now complaining about the heat and humidity. Yes, I could do with a little less rain, but my gardens and ponds are certainly quite happy. I guess if we can't complain about the weather then we'd have to find something else to bi*ch about!
So true, Laura. Each season brings its own reasons for people to complain but here in New England, they are short lived.
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