Where Are My Flip Flops?

Ahhh!  I do love the advent of springtime.  The scent of fresh earth.  The gentle breezes.  The soft patter of spring rains...so beautiful.

Except when it is November.  I find that to be somewhat confusing.

The temperatures remained balmy today in the wilds of Maine.  With the addition of a little bit of precipitation, we also had a decent bout of humidity going on.  I turned off the heat in the classroom and opened up the windows to try and offset it, but it really did no good.  By lunchtime, the kids were down to their t-shirts and tank tops and still complaining about the classroom conditions.  Due to a staff absence, I had but one Teaching Assistant and we were both of little use.  It was sticky and hard to move around, hence our teaching was less than vigorous.  The darkened skies and soothing rains made us drowsy and incapable of rational decision making.  Plus, we were on a "B" day schedule which meant that lunch was early today.  The afternoon seemed endless.  Sticky, overly humidified, too warm for the season and endless...

I know what you are thinking.  It was mere days ago that I seemed put out by the chill in the air.  I realize that I have Weather Issues.  I'd go to a support group or something, but I can't find one that has a decent climate control system in the building.

The fact of the matter is this:  I just don't care for extremes.  I'm not one of those people who can say that I'd "rather be too hot than too cold."  Or vice versa.  I prefer moderation.  And seasonal temperatures.  I'm a knitter, for heaven's sake!  I enjoy knitting for the whole process part of it, but it is even better to know that I have a purpose behind the activity.  At this rate, I'll be knitting myself some nice Bermuda shorts for the winter...

I suppose I should just be grateful for the fact that the snows haven't decided to fall yet and call it a day.  I guess I'm maybe too drowsy from all the humidity, not to mention slightly brain damaged from the lack of oxygen that one experiences after holding one's breath for minutes at a stretch due to the effect humidity has on teen-aged boys.  I can't seem to get my head around the logistics of being grateful for a little late autumn gift from Mother Nature...

Now that I think of it, I suppose it is rather nice to not have to turn on the heat.  I'm probably saving vast sums of money these days.  And getting dressed in the morning is pretty easy when you don't have to layer fifteen different articles of clothing.  Sure, it is going to be a little difficult to motivate myself to knit holiday gifts or get a head start on the baking of Thanksgiving breads.  But you gotta work with what you've got, right?

It's still pretty confusing, though.  My head says, "prepare for winter before it's too late, dummy."  My heart says, "stock up on sunscreen and go run barefoot through the grass."  Most perplexing...

The Absurdly Gi-normous Kitty has decided to just wedge himself into his napping basket and wait for the seasons to straighten themselves out.

That's fine for him.  It's not like he can fit into a bathing suit anyway...

SA