Rain, Rain, Go Away ...
Betty Udesen/The Seattle Times 2006 It's raining again.
Goddamnit.
It will continue for the rest of the week, although we could see occasional "sunbreaks".
The newscasters last night breathlessly announced that comfortable sleeping conditions would once again grace the Puget Sound area. They seemed actually relieved that real summer conditions were apparently just a fluke. Flash in the ol' pan. Fuckers. I wish they could see me flipping them off through the TV.
In other news, my sunburn is worse than I thought. I'm slightly feverish. I actually stayed home from work today. (yeah, yeah, you told me so. Whatever. Still worth it.)
You know how when you lose a buttload of weight, and it takes a while for the mental image you have of yourself to catch up with the new physical you? Like even though you're now thin, you still feel fat, you still think of yourself as fat, you still carry yourself as fat, you still won't tuck in your damn shirt? I think I've got a similar thing going on here with the whole sun tolerance thing. I still think of myself as one who tans easily, doesn't burn much. You know those skin guides? Very fair, light, medium, olive, deep -- that deal? I always thought of myself as toward the light end of medium.
Medium, however, was taking into account a certain level of base protection with the old melanin, there. Medium is long gone. Seattle has brought my Norwegian genes to the surface.
I didn't think I was out that long yesterday. My former self would never have burned after that length of time. I guess I have to face the reality that I am no longer that person. My mental image of myself is not matching reality. I keep getting burned because it hasn't caught up. I am apparently more like those porcelain skinned red-heads who lobster up after 15 minutes. Except I don't have red hair or porcelain skin. Figures.
--------- Time out: A Sunbreak! --------------
So, is there something wrong with me, that the heat from the burn actually feels good to me? Is that sick? It feels like a built-in heating pad on my back. As long as I don't scratch it ...
6 comments:
You remind me of that poor junkie you used to see all the time outside the Chockful 'O Nuts on 42nd and 8th.
"Just need a dime bag, man. All I need, man."
You might try one of those "natural light" fixtures. A pale substitute, to be sure, but...
"I wanna see the sun botted out from the sky"
-Jagger/Richrds, 'Paint it Black'
I'm glad we have a functioning sun. Enjoy it!
My sunburn of Memorial Day felt sorta good, too -- as long as I remained ... absolutely ... still.
And didn't wear pants.
I managed to get sunburned on an Alaskan cruise recently. I called it a performance art tribute to the glaciers. I can't say it felt good, but I was on a cruise, so I just used it as an excuse to drink heavily and that made it feel much better.
It's not like I had to drive the boat home or anything.
i burn terribly. rarely tan. my husband is a brown as a biscuit.
have you read eric's post about peeling the sunburn? ;-) funny stuff and maybe something for you to look forward too. heh.
BABs: why, yes, I have, and as a matter of fact, my peeling process started just last night! I feel like a Komodo dragon...
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