Eternal Sunshine of the Fried Mind

That’s a play on the 2004 film with Jim Carrey and Kate Winslet Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. A movie, I should add, that I have not actually seen yet! I’ve heard great things for years and years about this film. I remember it being considered one of the best films of the 2000s, but I haven’t seen it. One of these days.

But the point of the playful title is that summer heat in Ohio (in the United States) sucks. I’m a ginger, if you didn’t know, and as such, I’m fair skinned, susceptible to the rays of the sun burning my flesh, and in general, zapping me of energy.

For a lot of people, summer is the best time of the year. Particularly early on in life, people enjoy summer because it’s a break from grade school and college. But people also like summer because it means beaches and pools, vacation, fireworks, barbecues, and in general, to them at least, pleasant weather.

I’ve never been a summer guy. Yes, I enjoy some of the summer hallmarks, like beaches and swimming, and hiking, and being able to play fun games outside (Frisbee, cornhole, basketball), but I much prefer when the weather is around the 60s rather than the 90s or higher.

In fact, my favorite season is probably the fall because that’s when Halloween is and Halloween is the best holiday and in the best month. Scary movies, costumes, trick-or-treating, candy, pumpkins and pumpkin pie, what’s not to love?

I may write more on this later, but also, people associate winter with seasonal depression, and I get it. But for me, summer is more associated with a dip in my brain than winter is. In that vein, I’ll also take winter over the summer. The old cliche works here: When it’s cold, I can get under a blanket or wear more clothes, but when it’s hot, sometimes there’s just no real relief from it.

What spurred this post on in particular rather than merely ranting about the summer heat is doing yard work in said summer heat. I don’t mind doing yard work, although it’s not really my thing. I like getting dirty and, of course, the accomplishment of finishing whatever you set out to do feels good.

But doing yard work and exerting myself in the blazing summer heat wipes me out for the rest of the day. It’s not so much the work itself — I’m pathetic, but not that pathetic — it’s the heat. As I said, it drains me. I’ve always been that type that has to cycle, “Being in heat for X amount of time,” with, “Time for a nap.”

Yesterday, I did some yard work at my sister’s house, mostly pulling overgrown weeds from the side of the house, and then using some sort of saw machine thingamajig to cut down a tree.

I felt like I was going to have a heat stroke. Every 20 minutes or so, I had to go get some water and chill (literally). My heart was beating a mile a minute and my head was a bit loopy.

I hate the heat.

Did I mention I hate the heat?

Yes, I hate the heat.

Also, as an aside, even though it protects me, and I’m grateful for that, the act of putting on sunscreen perturbs me. For the most part, I don’t like rubbing things onto my skin. And it’s not as if the sunscreen at least smells nice.

I’m writing this mere moments before day two of the yard work excursion. Alas. I’ll see you on the other side of a nap later.

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