The past few weeks have been very, very sweaty for us here at the Grigoryev house. We were carless for awhile, so I figured our house arrest would serve as a good opportunity to get some house and yard chores done. There were hours of gardening, weeding, raking, pressure washing, etc. Add to that the fact that summer has started to weave its tendrils of humidity and heat into the air, and we spend a lot of time in or around our pool as well.
Also, me and my oldest took part in a parent/child race this weekend, which had us sweaty-wet and water-wet as well. You can read about that here if you like.
I don't know why, but there is something perverse in me that refuses to be motivated to do outside work when it's nice outside. As soon as the air starts to get nice and steamy, and the mosquitos are on the hunt, and an hour of work can suck all the water out of you leaving you unable to swallow around the sandpaper that was once your tongue, that is when I am inspired to run outside and pull weeds.
Sometimes I'm not even inspired. Sometimes I just go outside to put something in the mailbox, notice a weed, and five hours later I'm still in my pj's, covered in dirt, wondering what I was doing to begin with. But that only happens when it's hot.
There is something wrong with me.
On an unrelated note, do you think it says something about who we are becoming as people when a blog post without a photo is not something we're interested in? Am I the only one who sees a post that's all words and goes, "Deeerrrrp" or "I don't have time for all those words" or "where are the pictures?"? I'm totally admitting that I do it. And that bugs me. I don't want to be dumbed down, or only be interested in the online version of a preschool picture book: BIG PICTURES! SHORT SENTENCES!
Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to be judgmental, I'm just wondering if anyone else finds themselves doing the same thing. Out of curiosity to see if anyone even notices this post, I'm not including any picture. Anyone?? Hello?? :)