Holy balls it’s hot here, you guys. Like, melt into a puddle the moment you step foot outside hot. Even the hallways in the apartment building are hot and they’re theoretically air conditioned. It’s get your errands done early in the day hot. It’s carry an insulated bag for your milk hot. It’s so hot nobody even wants to wear their skin let alone clothes hot. And it’s not just the temperature that’s got everyone sweating. It’s so humid that stepping outside feels like wearing a damp wool bag over your whole body. It’s so humid that the laundry takes forever to dry on the line. It’s an itchy, prickly, sticky, soupy heat.
That said, there are ways around it. You can stay in your apartment with the AC on and play video games (or write!) all day. The only trouble is that you start to feel a little stir crazy after a bit— especially with an active 8 year old boy involved! If you can survive the walk, head to a mall or a shopping arcade of some sort. Always pleasantly air conditioned there’s usually enough to do to spend a few hours. We could try to figure out how to get to a beach of some sort, but wed have to go buy swimsuits first, and then get on the train for a while, and… well.
So instead we’re settling for a combination of the two above options, with a few others thrown in. The Boy has developed an instant love of kakigouri and melon soda, and I can’t blame him. There’s always ice cream, as well. We each have folding fans we carry around, and can I tell you how much I love my new parasol? Love.
There are benefits to summer, though. Fireworks and summer festivals and the abundance of produce at the shop across the street. I enjoy the sound of the cicadas in the odd quiet moment, though I know they drive some folks crazy. I do wish we had a little space to grew some plants, but then, we do have a small balcony and now a potted rosemary, so we may be closer to a container gardener life than I’d thought.
It’s hot, sure, but I’m finding that I’m enjoying the season anyway. At the risk of melting every time we go out, I still like to walk to the market and see what’s there, and discovering what’s going on at the park we walk through to get there. You never know when you’ll find a festival, and where there’s a festival, there’s probably kakigouri.