Moving to Greenland

Yes! No more heat! No more bugs! No more creepy snakes skulking around my back yard! No, wait, that's in Ireland. Meh, close enough.

Sadly, this is but a dream. A dream I comfort myself with as the sun tries to kill me. 95 degrees, that is not right in any realm or sphere of life. Maybe in some parts of the world but not here. (I am angry with the heat for many reasons, mostly for the fact it gave my dog heat stroke).

But with the heat comes the classic American sound of the ice cream truck. As a child one of those popping around was a rare thing due to the stoners who lived up the street declaring war on the battered old truck and assaulting it and the driver with rocks and who knows what else. Justifiably he didn't come around much. But now there is one who's route takes them right past my house. I listen, I watch it drive by and usually I'm eating ice cream I bought on sale at the market while doing so. Maybe I'm just getting back at the coward from my youth who would never stop to take my money even after I ran to him.

With the house (excluding the kitchen) at a less than perfect 81 degrees (apparently I don't live in a house I live in an oven that some foodie giant just turned on to make super fois gras) I am already planning my escape as tomorrow could reach as high as 96 not counting the heat index. I feel bad about it but I am leaving my ducklings to the mercy of the heat with only one woefully small AC to protect them. But where to go? I'm tempted to settle down at my favorite cannolli shop but I doubt I'd leave the same pants size I arrive with. Borders is always a good choice but one that will definately hit my bank account. The library is nice but it's hard to write there and I am definately hoping for some inspiration tomorrow. My NaNoWriMo story is calling my name loudly. And if I stay here I'm going to want to make bread.

OK, yes it's random, but it's true. For the past day I have wanted to make bread with a passion that I usually reserve for my books and sleeping. And this isn't any bread, this is artisan bread. The really good wheat oaty breads that I love and rarely buy. I want to mix and experiment with all that bready goodness. There's just one problem...it's too hot to bake anything. I only made tacos for dinner because the stove is right next to the AC. Otherwise it would have been ice cream. (Yes I am that much of a baby)

So we return to my dream and fantasies of Greenland. In my world it is a place of mythic temperatures and glorious sunsets all without the moment being ruined by passing out from heat stroke.