Monday, October 26, 2009

Brooding on a Sunny Day...

I`ve complained about this in just about every other way by now (including Facebook) so I figured I should do so on my blog, as well... the summer is just not going away and I have a big fat bone to pick with it!!

I am not someone who dislikes the summer. I like it, in fact under normal circumstances I love it, but this year it has only made venturing outside of my home for even five minutes an ordeal. Every miniscule step outside means returning home only to peel off your one layer of clothing as though it were a fur coat. By this time it is officially way into fall in both Israel and New York (my previous "home-country") and getting hot as hell as summer approaches South Africa (my pre-previous "home-country".) The thing is, it has already snowed in New York, and air conditioning has been abolished months ago and replaced by soft couch throws in "every colour imaginable" (which my generous sister insists on getting for us.) Even the fall by now is so last year, as New Yorkers test out their new snow tires and dig out their heavy coats. So, how is it that I am still sitting here in my apartment in Israel, in the double-heat of Nine Months and The Summer That Just Won`t Quit??

Months ago, I bought my baby`s first outfit for when we leave the hospital - a tiny little flannel ensemble - to be accompanied by a snuggly-soft, cocoon-like blanket called a BundleMe (again, from my generous sis abroad), and a fleece hat. For me, I got fluffy slippers and a warm hospital gown. But now, I`m wondering if I should pack myself a T-Shirt instead, and one of the baby`s surf-up onesies (again, from my wonderful sis)...?

It makes me laugh at myself, this whole issue. The whole of last winter, in our tiny Jerusalem basement apartment, we kvetched and kvetched about the lack of heating, the insufficiency of our one radiator, the lack of hot water due to a faulty boiler (and a faulty landlord), and the fact that it was warmer outdoors than inside! But now, the humid climate of Petah Tikva has us (read, me) complaining once again. When we first moved here seven months ago, I couldn`t get over the brightness of the apartment, the warmth we had longed for in Jerusalem. It just goes to show, that too much of a good thing can make us.... well, a little ungrateful. I don`t mean to sound ungrateful. Maybe these are just the musings of a very pregnant lady with nothing better (meaning, worse) to do than kvetch about stupid things. Which is a blessing, and something to be ever so grateful for on this sunny day....

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