Summer · 9:58am
Summer. Sun is shining, you can go swimming, relax at the beach, that sort of jazz, right?
Here's what summer means to me: First of all there is the noise. Because everyone has some sort of powertool, like a giant, oversized lawnmower, or a hedgetrimmer, or maybe just your average twelve cylinder vibrator. Now it would makse sense to limit the use of these things to a few hours of the day, right? But we don't do that over here. Basically, if neighbour one stops, neighbour two will take over. So you get noise from all directions. Honestly, it's like these people say "Hey, it's a beautiful day, let's ruin it for everyone". And they are good at it, too. Take Mr. Left Side. He has this lawnmower that produces this oscillaint noise, constantly shifting from low hum to jet engine, with an interval lenght of about one second. This thing can penetrate the core of your sanity faster than Joker toxin.
But apart from that, everything is fine and dandy, right?
HOW ABOUT NO?
There's insects, too. Now a reasonable person would tell them "Guys, take the forest. Or the giant ass field next to my house. Or my garden, you can have that, too. In exchange you don't fly into my room at night, start buzzing against the screen and being generally disgusting. In exchange for that I'll keep out of nature, because I have no more buisness trapsing through a forest, than these creatures have invading my room. And you can't keep them out, because of part three: The heat.
Today it's 36°C. Now in the United States of A-hol... America, no offense unless you vote republican, this wouldn't be a problem, since every home has its own, shiny AC. No such things here. So you are given a choice: Open the windows, be only mildly uncomfortable and have your room full over spiders, these flying things with giant legs that seem to aim for your head and more such like, or you close them and die of heat-stroke.
This really needed to be said.