I like being outdoors. Like, in 70 degree weather. Not the muggy weather that makes me feel like I am still living in Florida. Ick. Not the weather that makes me want to stay in the freezing cold dungeon that is my edit suite and makes me shiver to the point where i am drinking hot tea. Not this muggy, dense, icky, yucky air that makes me want to hide. This weather is making me miserable, but something today made me even more miserable than the humidity. My allergies. I blame the tuckpointing happening outside my door that makes its way into the souls of my shoes and the soul of my home. I blame the city sidewalks that are littered with, well, litter, and I blame the gnats that are flying around, mixing pollen or whatever it is to make my head feel like a helium balloon. But I definitely DO NOT blame myself for not taking my nightly allergy medicine…
And another thing…why do dog owners in the city allow their dogs to poop on the sidewalks and then NOT PICK IT UP?! I mean, HELLO!! It bothers me to no end that people do this. They do this in the backyard here at my condo, and that is just not something you want to see when you’re grilling steak. Ick. I get it in the winter. It’s cold, you don’t want to be outside, your dog doesn’t want to be outside, the wind is howling, and you ran out of a bag. So you throw snow over it, and no one’s the wiser, well, until the thaw comes along. But during a 90 degree day, when I’m responsibly walking my dog on the sidewalk and see him literally jump over a pile of poop in the way!? COME ON, people. You forget a bag, fine, find the nearest dog owner and ask for a bag. And god forbid you do that in front of me…I will call you out on it and shove a bag in your face. Hey, it’s nicer than shoving your nose in your dog’s you know what…
And finally, is anyone else getting eaten alive?! I stood outside my friend’s condo for about, oh, say, 30 seconds, and was eaten by what seems like 20 mosquito. Seriously. I have what a co-worker called “True Blood” bites on my neck. Now, I’m no “fang-banger”, but damn, these things are big, and ugly and ITCHY! At last count, there are: 2 on my neck, 2 on my face, 5 on my right leg, 2 on the inside of my left knee and 3 on my left foot. I know I’m full of sweetness, but come on…give a girl a break.
And, rant over.
