I'm cranky. It's been hot, hot enough that we've had to use the a/c. I didn't even use my a/c when I lived in Miami or Memphis - only a few times when I had houseguests. I hate a/c.
I also hate muggy heat that is accompanied by (not simultaneously) cold winters, snow, and ice. That is, if I am going to have hot summers that require a/c, I should not have to change my tires in the winter, worry about slipping on the ice and breaking my leg, or shovel snow. Or be cold.
I was tricked into moving here and now I don't even get a decent summer. The only good thing is that I haven't had to mow the grass in over a month.
Oh yes - along with the heat, we are getting dry. No rain. I don't care so much, but this is sort of an agricultural state and farmers need rain. Speaking of that, who writes the prayers at my church? You know, the prayers where everyone says, "Lord hear our prayer" after the statement. Honestly - there is enough going on locally that we don't need to list pray. It's always lists: "We pray for those in the healing professions: health care providers (nobody will use the word 'doctor' anymore, which I think is a deliberate attempt by health insurance companies to undermine physicians), nurses, lab techs, EMTs, receptionists in the ER, blah, blah, blah." Every prayer is a list.
But when they ask the congregation for what they want to pray for, it's always very specific: "My neighbor who was just diagnosed with lung cancer." "My nephew who was just killed in a car accident." "My brother who is being deployed." "For rain." Nobody ever volunteers a list.
I need to take over that place and make them do it right. They never start on time, either, and they sing crummy songs. Is there any composer worse than Marty Haugen or David Haas?
For all you non-Catholics out there, I assure you, there is nobody worse than Marty Haugen or David Haas. Imagine the worst version of Kumbayah that you can think of, raise it to infinity, and you still have better music than Catholics find in the Gather hymnal.
My garden is crap. Nothing will germinate. I have planted and planted and planted. Nothing comes up. The rabbits are eating what little is growing. If I had a gun, I would shoot them. Maybe I'll buy a gun. Every rabbit on earth could die and I would not shed a tear.
The cats are shedding like banshees. Banshees shed a lot. There is cat hair all over the place, despite my vacuuming and brushing. The extra hair is making the cats throw up more, so I have the additional joy of finding cat vomit on the carpet in the basement. Not on the 80% of our flooring that is not carpeted. Just on the new(ish) carpet in the basement.
I handwashed an Ann Taylor silk sundress and it shrank. Sure, it said "dry clean," but they always say that. Always. I have always handwashed silk and it's always been fine. But not this dress. It is now six inches shorter than it was and it hits my legs right at the point where the casual observer thinks, "Those are some chubby knees."
I hope your July is going better.