Summertime and the Livin' is Easy

Every summer is like an on-again-off-again relationship for me. About a month into the warmth of summer, I get used to it and start to take it for granted. It feels like it's always been summer, and it will always be summer. I forget that in a few months it will be back to the bitter cold that plagues this state for eight months a year (or so it seems).

Don't get me wrong--I definitely take advantage of warm weather. I ride my bike all the time, run outside, go swimming, sit in my backyard for hours, and anything I can do to be outside, really. This summer I was fortunate to have a job that allowed me to be outside almost all day--practically a dream come true. I don't even mind the higher-than-usual 100+ degree weather that everyone else whines about. I love it and thrive on it. Bring it on, sunshine! A few bucket loads of sweat ain't gonna hurt me.

However, it's just that my brain starts to go into denial that it'll get gross out again. I despise, loathe, and dread winter. Even late fall and early spring. I have poor circulation and am pretty much always cold, even when it's only down to about 50 degrees. And cloudy weather makes me sad. I just want to stay inside and hibernate and hide under blankets all day. I don't even like to move around the house much; I pretty much stay curled up under layers of clothing and blankets on the bed or couch whenever possible.

That's why I wanted to move to Austin, although that's not going to happen just yet. (I need to save up more money and do more job planning.) I think the continual warm (and HOT) weather would be good for me. I wouldn't sink into a depressed, avoidant state-of-mind, like I do when it's cold. It would be summer all the time! My on-again-off-again relationship could be a full-fledged, long term thing.

I am going to be here another year at least, so that does mean another Midwest winter. But I'll make the most of it. I do kind of like when it snows around Christmas.

Mister Guardian Lion

Mr. Guardian Lion has found a new home, which is to say, my home. He used to reside at Tops Boutique, but he had to leave because the store is being emptied to undergo some changes. Before that, he lived in the sculpture studio at UNO, where he was birthed. (In other words, where I made him).

He isn't just chillin' in the living room like in the photo though, no. He is sad and lonely in an otherwise empty upstairs room in my house. I feel it would be much easier to find a home for him if he weren't so damn big. But his size is what really makes him so impressive.

Hopefully I can find someone who will want him. I was going to try to sell him, but at this point, if anyone can find a way to move him (i.e. has a truck or access to one) I'm willing to give him away.