martinimade

"A good heavy book holds you down. It’s an anchor that keeps you from getting up and having another gin and tonic."

-- Roy Blount Jr, from “Reading and Nothingness, Of Proust in the Summer Sun”

It is now officially summer here, which means it's hot and humid. I'm not really complaining about this turn of events. Having lived in places -- Austin, Knoxville -- where summer is a force to be respected, an Upstate New York summer is not to be grumbled about. Unlike other places I've kicked around, this current weather pattern will pass quickly and we will all fondly remember it in February, when we are shoveling the walk again. And again.

The hot and humid, however, has sucked all pretense of motivation out of my languid little head. Since good AC is hard to come by, I just want to lie on the porch with a cold bevvie and a book. Save last summer, I tend to tackle something I've been meaning to read. This season belongs to Suttree. I suspect watermelon will be off the menu until fall.

Can't seem to get anything else done -- but have lots to do. It's probably for the best that I don't own a hammock, otherwise I'd not write another word or cook another dinner until the leaves turn.