“Steal My Sunshine” by Len lays down the setting for a sunny Sunday… “I know it’s up for me, if you steal my sunshine. Making sure I’m not in too deep, if you steal my sunshine. Keeping versed and on my feet…”
It is guaranteed that no matter how quaint the area you live in is, the morning that you need a lie-in will be the same morning someone will decide to fell a tree near your house. I’m not talking traditional “axe and saw” felling, but chainsaw felling. I awoke from my light slumber from the sounds of the birth of sawdust. It doesn’t always pay to live in an area crowded with trees, though the oxygen is good.
It’s still a few days shy of the 21st day of June, which is officially the first day of summer. Today, the sky appears cloudless, but upon closer inspection you’ll find the clouds have just dissipated into the darker blue sky, creating the illusion that the sky is a light pastel blue. It certainly is the sun’s day today.
For me, I know summer’s really arrived when I start tanning, and how easily that happens too. I don’t think my natural skin tone has ever been fully restored since my body took an immense pounding from the Thai sun over a year and a half ago, so it’s not too easy to notice when I tan unless the sun is really in its element. The tops of my arms are pale and represent my natural skin tone whereas my forearms are tanned to a golden brown shine. This patterning makes sense since whenever I go out, the tops of my arms are usually covered and my forearms are exposed to the sun’s rays courtesy of short-sleeved wear or rolled up sleeves. The thing I can’t quite explain is why I’ve got a tanned area in my mid-riff region, flanked by the innate pastiness of my upper body and below-the-waist region. Before you ask, let me add that I do not wear baby-tees, crop tops or any other variety of tops that expose the navel region! So how? What causes this tanning trend on me? To quote Gomez, “Maybe it’s a trick of the light. Maybe.”
I had spent a good portion of yesterday afternoon helping mum in the garden and loading cardboard, foliage and other junk into my car to make multiple trips to the depot/recycling centre. Mum knew I originally had made plans for the day and even though it was cancelled I had not told her. Still, she knew somehow because she had me out there in the garden for a long time. At the moment it’s too hot to not go topless around the house and I would advise anyone to do the same, because let’s face it, sometimes clothes get in the way. If I had known I’d be outside for so long, I’d have worn a shirt but as it turned out, I am a few more steps up the rung to skin cancer.
On Friday night, the people next door were having a party and it sounded like they had fun. I realised I don’t own CDs with any of the songs they play (e.g. Mainstream and pop music a la “Livin’ La Vida Loca” and songs about Ketchup) and quite rightly I’m proud of that fact. But does it mean my parties won’t be a hit? I mean, if I decided to throw such a party, which of my friends would I ask to borrow pop CDs from? Which of them would actually admit to having any and deal with my subsequent barrage of teasing?
I’m not a superstitious person, but yes, another Friday the 13th passes by without any apparent disasters.
