This is a New Hampshire May weekend, so of course I went this morning to scrape the ice off the car before we headed shopping, and after I cleared the two feet of snow off the porch, we were able to get a project involving coating our new bookshelves with polyurethane under way. That didn't take long, with the occasional trips inside to warm the extremities up again so we could hold a brush....
And that's all a load of huey. I know New England is supposed to be a perma-frosted Siberian wonderland (but with nice, fragrant candles as compensation) but in truth, this place can actually get downright
hot, and the nearby ocean doesn't help because it adds lots of humidity. Today, the Saturday of Memorial Day weekend, is well into the 80s with open, sunny skies and the humidity is just hanging in the air -- and on us. The polyurethaning the bookshelves bit was true, but the multiple trips inside were to get paper toweled-down to get a few layers of sweat off and drink lots of fluids so we could sweat some more. Now, I'm not going to pretend that this place gets anything like Texas hot. That kind of heat is just crazy, and bakes people's brains. But New England can punch its own heat punch in the summer, and like I aid with the added fun of the humidity, we all turn into swamp Yankees (pool and beach Yankees being other variations) real quick, at least until September or October. Pardon me -- Septembuh or Octobuh.
