Heat Certainly Rises

Call the paramedics! I practically fainted in my own apartment. It is that hot. Certain times of the year the temperature is shocking. It soars to one hundred degrees. Since heat rises, I bet if I had a thermometer on the ceiling, it would read ten degrees more. After all, if the saying is true, it makes a difference that I live on the third floor. I am not about to move just to keep cool. I like my view and am used to climbing the stairs. It is great daily exercise!

How do you cope when it is super-hot like this? Put a cold wash cloth on your face? Chew ice chips? Close the windows and pray for relief? How about installing a nice ceiling fan? The latter is a great idea given to me by friends, but I first had to check to see if I would be allowed to put one in. It is likely to be permanent and will replace the light fixture already in the ceiling in the bedroom. I started researching online to know my rights and I found this: https://www.ceilingfanchoice.com/can-ceiling-fans-installed-apartments/. Knowing what I would likely be able or not able to do, I then contacted my landlord to see if he would give me permission. I can’t imagine why they would not let me install it. The fan will include, as most do, a central light. You can kill two birds with one stone.

I heard back right away from the sympathetic manager. He understood the problem and said a resounding yes to all my questions. In fact, if I purchased the unit of my choice on my own, he would send someone right over to install it and show me how to use it with a remote control. It would take care of the heat issue inside the apartment and also provide some nice interior décor. How exciting! I can choose a wood stain color and fixture style.  I could take it with me when I left or leave it in place. He would be happy either way. I supposed he hoped I would be staying awhile and forget about moving it to a new location. He is probably right. I just want some relief right now.

With the new fan creating cool air circulation, I can work, relax and sleep without a problem. Amazing how productive I am now that the challenge of excessive heat has been met. Whew! I almost had heat stroke right inside my own apartment. At least I am near a bed. By the way, I am seriously considering putting another fan in the living room. Do you think that is going too far? Is there any rule about how many a person should have in one abode? Otherwise, I need an expensive and unwieldy air conditioning system. You can buy a window unit and install it with ease. I prefer the simplicity of a ceiling fan. I can use the remote control to change the speed when lounging around. I would have to get out of bed to turn on a window unit. Is that such a big deal?

Smelliest First Date Ever

Social occasions make me cringe, especially if they involve the wrong people. I know all about that.  Sometimes the weirdest things happen. Most of the time things go as planned with no surprises. There are the other times when I wish I had stayed at home. Let me tell you one instance. I recently agreed to go out with a classmate and was pretty excited. I liked him well enough and wanted to know him better on a personal basis.  I thought it would be perfect as we are both lovers of sea creatures and study the same subjects. I see him every day but our conversation is limited.  Our first date was to be at a local bar and grill we both love. I had been there with girlfriends and knew the lovely atmosphere would obscure any awkwardness. However, it would have taken a virtual gala celebration to mask the kind we experienced that night. My date had a couple of beers, not in itself out of the ordinary. I didn’t care if he had two more since I was the designated driver.

This wasn’t the least of the problem. I wasn’t prepared for the sudden onrush of smelly gas. I had been with beer drinkers many times before and nothing like this had ever happened. They would belch a few times at best. This was obvious, intense and disgusting. What on earth was wrong with him? It couldn’t be the beer. Farting is not associated with even heavy drinking based on what I’d read here: https://www.crackacoldone.net/beer-make-fart/. Maybe it was the food but I had eaten the same thing with no consequences. I guess he had a particular problem. Assuming it wouldn’t go away, I tried to figure out a way to end the date then and there. I told him I didn’t feel well and hopped in the car as fast as I could. He preferred to stay behind, thank the Lord. I don’t think I could have stood any more of that body effusion. Let him stink up the bar and get kicked out. Ha!

That was our last date. In class, I could hardly look him in the face. But, oddly enough, he asked me out a second time—to go beer drinking! No way, I thought. I wouldn’t even go for a soft drink with this odd ball. I could barely tolerate his presence. The smell just kept coming back into my memory bank. I prayed the gas would never happen in class as we did not have the option of moving our seats. I would have to wait patiently until the end of the semester.

I tried to find out if beer causes gas with no success. I am convinced that it is safe to consume it as often as you like without embarrassing yourself in public. The worst outcome of suds is a big fat belly.

Time for my Monthly Pampering Session!

I am sitting here looking at my beautiful aquarium, thinking that I should treat myself to a new fish, one that is exotic and colorful and will make me smile. Speaking of treating myself, it is time for my monthly splurge: the best pedicure in town. Getting a pedicure, as well as the long and intense foot massage that is part of the process really helps me stay energized and focused on my schoolwork.

If you have never experienced a full-fledged pedicure/massage, you are in for a surprise. The first time I had one (given as a birthday gift from my mother), I was hooked. I read up all about the benefits here. From that moment on, it became a monthly necessity of life. I wish I could afford to do it weekly, but that schedule will be for another time. Now I am happy enough with what I get. I opt for the extra-long supreme version. No run-of-the-mill session for me. I did say it is a splurge, didn’t I. You owe it to yourself to indulge once in a while, if not more often. I sit, contemplate my recent studies (which happen to be marine biology), and relax until I practically fall asleep. I go home in the best mood possible. The rest of the day and evening float by.

When you get a top-tier pedicure, you can a twenty-minute foot bath in citrus-scented warm water. Then you get a tub of suds to wash away fatigue and stress. After a towel drying, the accoutrements of the trade come out. They clip your toenails, file them into a perfect shape, cut and push down the cuticles, and get rid of rough skin on your heel. This is done by dipping your feet in a hot paraffin bath. Aah! The oil in the wax completely transforms your feet. Now it is time for the in-depth leg and foot massage. Experienced hands know just how hard to knead to produce endorphins. Not one toe is overlooked in the process. My calf muscles are often tense from exercise and they appreciate any attention they can get. After a half-hour (you want more), you are ready for polish. Four coats consist of a base, two layers of color, and a top coat to preserve it all for two weeks or more. I always choose fire engine red. It looks great all year round.

On go the sandals so you can go home without marring a single nail. After an hour, the polish is dry and my feet are ready for any kind of shoes. I like open toe or sandals so I can show off the salon’s handiwork. I count the hours to the next pedicure when it is within a day’s reach. I am so grateful that I have given a small fish tank to the salon with a couple of my favorites. I clean it for them before I sit down. It is a fair trade.