feels_like_summer kerry in the morning it’s cool enough to open the windows and the kitchen door, but around 2:00 it drizzles for about an hour and by evening the house is so humid my feet make a sucking sound on the bare floor, and my hair is a frizzy cloud around my head. we’re both in loose shorts and tank tops, puttering around in parallel. she’s downstairs, whistling as usual–this time the maddening jingle from that six flags commercial with the dancing old man–and she slides into her long-lost florida drawl, cooing, “he’s just a lil louie dawg, just a lil dawg,” when my pup goes wiggling and wagging to her for attention. she’s making a vegetable egg bake for dinner (and screaming when she accidentally dumps out a whole bottle of red pepper flakes) and i’m putting away folded clothes and cleaning the bathroom upstairs, grateful for company, for someone else to exist beside me as i try to pass time. neither of us has much energy, though all we really did was take a sluggish walk to the co-op to buy bananas and carrots and milk. after a spicy dinner and a couple slices of cake, we’re at the yellow table, listening to the “threedom” podcast and beginning a puzzle: “the garden of earthly delights” by hieronymous bosch. I’ve never heard this podcast before and only a couple minutes in, i’m cackling, and then we’re both laughing so hard we’re dabbing tears from our eyes, and then we’re laughing at the sight of each other crying from laughing, and then i have to leave the room because i’m laughing so hard i can’t see and i’m actually having an aura. she’s paused the podcast and i’m blind in the kitchen, eyes burning from salty tears, still laughing at the fact that i’m having an aura from laughing, and i can kind of hear her ask me if i’m okay so i say i am, mouthing the words and hoping sound is coming out, and after a few moments i stumble back in and we resume. by ten we’ve finished the frame of the puzzle, a canister of salt and vinegar almonds, and nearly all the cake she made the night before. i take the dog out for one more walk, and the air out is finally cool, and i feel calm, the right kind of tired, worn out from laughing. 220513 ... epitome of incomprehensibility ...and it's way. too. damn. hot. kerry, btw, your descriptions are beautiful. As for dogs, Shiloh is getting jumpy just about now, since the air is slowly cooling. 220514 ... kerry it is WAY too damn hot! when i got up this morning the humidity was at 90%. funny how the pups tend to wake up when the temps go down. and thank you. :) 220515 what's it to you? who go blather from