It is 9am and it is already so hot hat the sweat just pours off me. I've never had so many showers or changed my clothes so often in a day! Well at least not just cause they are just damp.
Spent hours as most women have never finding anything to wear when I'm going somewhere. The sort of thing where I have an image in my mind of an outfit that would go together well, only to find once on I look like a woman in a sack
tied up in the middle with a belt. Then there is a flurry of changing the tops to try and get the outfit to work.... no go. So change the bottom, different skirt, trousers, what ever,even perhaps go for the dress. Get completely exasperated and start to be late , only to hurl all the clothes on the floor and put on the outfit I know works that I was just being stubborn about not wearing in the first place.
The alternative I discovered the other day, was go out in a half reasonable outfit, wander aimlessly into a shop see something that I don't need, haven't the money for, but hey looks really good. Buy it then and there and insist , like a small child on wearing it for the rest of the day.
But the clothes change her aren't like that.... it's just stinky hot.
You'd think coming from rain soaked Britain that I wouldn't have the nerve to complain about the weather already. It doesn't take long there for the new conditions to become the norm.
So here I am sitting on THE porch, in my third set of clothes this morning and these aren't staying cause going out soon once I've had another shower. I'm surrounded on the porch by anti mosquito lanterns, which work really well and preventing the little bastards from getting me. Then I make the mistake of moving, from the sofa to the front door and they are lined up waiting to get me like a battalion of well disciplined commandos on a sniper mission..... so far 15 of the MFs have got me, from my ankles up to my shoulders.
I could of course stay inside with the air con on, but I've come here to sit on this porch and I will damn well do it!!! I will suffer for this porch, so that it can top up my memory banks to keep me going through the months ahead.
I've always done this had places I can go to in my head, when I can't sleep. For example I go here, or to Devon to J's garden, or I go to Portmerion in Wales. If I go to Portmerion then I wander down through the village past the hotel down this walk by the edge of the sea to the beach. This walk I do every time I've stayed there around 7am when no-one else is around and it's my walk.
This did get contaminated for a while as the last person I went there with went on the walk with me, and watched me when I stopped at the particular places that were very special to me. And on doing the walk the next day kissed me when we reached those particular places again, so i could have those memories when I needed them. Which would have been fine of course if we'd stayed together!!!!
Such is life!
Going to this places is a way of relaxing sufficiently to be able to sleep. They are the places I love the most. Partly because they are so beautiful, and mainly cause they are places where some of the people I love best in the world hang out.
So my dearest friend and I are spending our time with endless trays of food and liquid refreshment putting the world to rights, particularly in relation to egotistical and narcissistic men we have known, which may turn up as a joint post if we can be bothered.
Until then enjoy your weekend and think of me suffering for my art!!