British Summer

Today I wore shorts and a tank on a 4 mile run, and spent the first five minutes afterwards staring at my red face in the mirror and seriously considering whether it might be sunburn. I was half-expecting to see punters happily punting their friends, champagne, and strawberries down the Thames. It didn’t happen, but will soon enough.

I’m approximately 1000 times happier when the sun is shining and when, if I stand still too long outside, I feel like I’m slowly roasting. Hint to John about looking for the next post-doc in California. Hint. 

It’ll be nice to shift my cooking to warmer weather fare, too. I’m suffering from bacon overload (streaky for breakfast, and a bacon joint stew for dinner…which was way too salty, even for me). It’s time for fresh, green stuff and juicy stone fruit. I think what I like best about spring is feeling fresh and rejuvenated, brought back to life from the depths of the de-thawing ground. Things grow and bloom. It’s an underrated and understated phenomenon, and it just feels good.

In other news, we are babysitting our neighbor’s kitten. The neighbor is in Italy for 1.5 months. The kitten has small-dog syndrome and won’t stop growling at our much larger and rightfully irritated cats. The whole situation would be annoying if that kitten wasn’t so damn cute. 



3 thoughts on “British Summer”

  1. Your a good neighbor, but P-U-L-L-EASE don’t tell me you are in your shorts, it makes me want to scream!
    The ground here us still very much frozen there is snow every where and the highest the temperature has been is in the low 40’s.
    Needless to say everyone including the pets need an attitude adjustment.
    I forget what the sun feels like, but, I, we, know that spring is somewhere out there under the snow an ice.
    Please send some warm weather thus way.
    Give the Dr., a hug an kiss for me, oh oh oh, almost forgot Andrew Thomas Schreck, can hardly wait to see him. When I do I will give him a kiss for you both.
    Love an hugs,
    Great Aunt Nancy

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