I really do love this place. I've always thought it has the perfect blend of rural towns where men in battered ball caps stop into the corner store to buy a TruMoo, a lugnut, and a razor blade,
manicured and perfectly painted pasture fences around gorgeous polished Thoroughbreds,
and thrilling urban areas filled with culture, art, theatre, and good places to take pictures.
But...I have to say your weather leaves something to be desired. It's so hot that during the day all I want to do is read Nicholas Nickleby somewhere cold. So then at seven something when it cools down all of a sudden i go running. I come home hot and wanting a shower, but by the time I have gotten a drink I've cooled off and think I'm OK for another hour. But then I decide to practice gymnastics for a while. Then I'm hot again. Then I cool off again. Then finally at nine forty or something I get around to dancing, and find myself so sweaty that I take a shower at ten fifteen at night and wake up with crazy hair since I went to bed with it wet.
I must say, those sixty degree days last week were quite satisfactory.
So...yes, you're amazing, KY, but it's hard to get used to literally dripping all day, all summer. And we haven't even discussed wearing riding pants all day.
Yeah, you, Mary Kate, and Kaitlyn understand each other...after riding at 8:30 this morning the two of them wore their riding pants for pretty much the entire rest of the day. I asked Mary Kate if she was going to change, but she just kind of shrugged. Strange for a girl who's usually only comfortable in shorts. :) Anyway, the heat is about to kill me. Not that I'm not often cold, but that's just part of being me. :)
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