My hair is all stupid. With the humidity the thermometer reached 39 degrees celsius in Ontario today and tomorrow it’s supposed to go up to 41. For my American friends, that is the equivelant of 792 degrees Fahrenheit. Seriously. Look it up.
Because of this I haven’t been buying flowers. The heat in the house makes ’em wilt quicker than a wiener dog can eat a mysterious brown thing off the floor.
We don’t have central air conditioning for a variety of reasons, none of which stem from me wanting to save Mother Earth. Although I love Mother Earth with all of my heart, this happens to be a classic case of Mother Earth can suck it . I will recycle, I will put the dishwasher on a timer, I will even use my scummy pond water to water my garden. But I will NOT have uncute hair and wilty flowers for Mother Earth.
We don’t have air conditioning because our furnace is too big or something, so I’d need to get BOTH central air and a new furnace. Until I learn how to build both out of some frizzy hair and scummy pond water I won’t be getting either very soon.
However, today looking around our home, not having flowers made me sad. A profound sadness that had not been seen in this house since I ran out of cheese last week. Seriously … no cheese in the house AT ALL! Technically of course, the reason there was no cheese in the house was because I had eaten it all. But still … that didn’t lessen the sadness.
So in an effort to lift the cloud of tears positioned directly over my dining room, this afternoon I ventured outside and picked the perfect foliage to bring indoors. Something that wasn’t going to wilt and would make me feel refreshed just looking at it.
Bring ’em all inside and then go …
Granted, this sparse lookin’ arrangement isn’t for everyone. I get that. But when you’re sitting at home with fuzzy hair and a flowerless dining room table … you just don’t care. Now if you’ll all excuse me I have to go steam tonight’s dinner. By breathing on it.