Anyone I’m friends with in real life or that follows me on twitter knows that I hate summer. I hate the sun blaring down on me, I hate sweating when I’m not doing anything, I hate overly air conditioned buildings. In winter I can always add a sweater or another pair of socks. In summer I can only take off so many clothes. And while I love swimming, all outdoor pools are filled with horrible weirdos (and Neo nazis as evidenced at Sunnyside on Friday) and there is almost never shade. Like I said on twitter, I’d like the sun and heat a lot fucking more if we got a lot fucking less of it. Toronto is just the worst for it, Windsor is too.
Look, I’d take having to shovel snow three times a week for three months if it meant summer temperatures never rose above 22. No more of this 35 that feels like 42 bullshit. Where in Canada has this? Without a black fly season, because I’ll take 35 over black fly season.
Here’s the best part, I’m the only person that gets fatter in summer because I really just want to hibernate. Sad.
I’m trying to suck it up, however. Today I broke out my beautiful roller skates for the first time in more than 2 years. Since the accident. I guess it’s like riding a horse, I should have gotten right back on but I was scared. Ari and I were brave and walked down Sterling to the bottom of the Railpath and rolled all the way to Bloor. It took a LOT longer than you’d think. Good news is we discovered a sneak through right near our place, much more convenient. Then we went home.
Then I got a tingling in my feet and I went back out, this time, from the sneak through, straight up to Dupont and then back all the way down to Dundas, then back up to home. The whole thing took about 25 minutes and would be much much less if the stupid bridges were made of something solid rather than murderous wood slats. That almost killed me. Dead.
Of course there is mountains of graffiti along the way. I’ll take more pictures as the summer rolls on.