I Feel Fine

I had a brief flirtation (lasting for about half my shower this morning) with the idea of titling every entry with a Beatles song title. I thought of it like the blues, that out of the limitations, I could create something freeing. Then I realized it was just the endorphins talking. You’ll be happy to see that that fabulously stupid idea has been discarded. Except for today.

Endorphins because I got out this morning for a quick ride. Should have run, but I have been jonesing for a bike ride all week, and it’s been impossible because of my schedule and the heat. Nice and cool this morning, in the 60s, but I didn’t have much fuel, so I ate breakfast before I started, and in the hills my stomach and my lungs were competing for oxygen. Stomach always wins, even in a game of rock/paper/scissors. It just swallows them all.

Anyway, the whole Beatles thing is because Bekah gave me The Beatles Anthology on DVD for Father’s Day, and until the Tour de France, there’s just nothing to watch on TV, so I’ve been immersing myself in Beatlemania all over again. It’s very well done. Did you know that Jools Holland was one of the interviewers? I couldn’t have been more surprised. Only complaint is that the music comes up very loud compared to the interviews, so then I have to sit ready with the remote at all times. But I’m a man, that’s my job.

Took the little hole in the dining room wall that’s been there for months as a result of the Great Plumbing Leak and made it into a much much bigger hole, got the drywall cut to replace it, and then declared it Too F’ing Hot to continue. We live in an old, insulated, well-shaded house that is pretty easy to keep cool most of the summer — you just have to close the blinds on the south side, run the attic fan in the morning to change the air, etc. But when it hits the 90s for a few days in a row, there’s nothing to do, and I’m not going to have air conditioning, which I hate, for the six or seven nights a year when the heat is just unbearable. Unbearable heat is part of the point of summer. I run past all these big dumb houses on treeless lots and there’s never a single window open, the heat pump is humming all the time, and I can’t imagine living like that, all wrapped up tight in my house forever. We have windows open all year round — in fact, despite the cold this winter, I don’t think there were five nights when our bedroom window wasn’t cracked open at least a little. And in the summer, I like to open up the house and experience the summer. (Though I’ll admit, it would be better experienced with a pellet gun handy, because those damn birds are noisy at 5 in the morning) (And I need something larger to deal with the backup alarms on the trucks working in the sand mine down the street).

Today, a wedding! Hoo ha! Much fun.