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The garish sun.

At 2 ayem, when I finally went to bed last night, it was still 87F inside the house. Right now, inside, it's 89F and climbing fast. Outside, it's 96F and feels like 101F with the heat index. We hardly made it through yesterday. Today, we're heading for a library or museum, some place with AC, and the unpacking and work can wait until things cool off tomorrow.

Somehow, yesterday, I managed to write 578 words on a new piece for Sirenia Digest, though I honestly do not know how I managed it. It's called "The Melusine (1898)," and it's set in the same city as the "The Steam Dancer (1896)," though, obviously, two years later. Life throws you a heatwave, write some steampunk. I should be working on The Red Tree, but the heat was in no way conducive to that story. We are promised relief tomorrow (a high of only 84F), and if the meteorologists have this wrong, I say they should be flayed alive, then strung up by their entrails to appease Helios.

Yesterday. A sweaty mess of a blur. Before the writing, I made it through lots and lots more email. I sent out a massive bcc announcement of the address change. I chatted (via email) with Peter Straub, Bob Eggleton (because Dinosaurs of Mars is not dead, it's just sleeping), Jeff Vandermeer, Merrilee (my agent), Elizabeth Bear, and I don't know who else. The Others. I got to read the afterword (or introduction, I forget which) to A is for Alien, and it pleased me greatly. I drank iced coffee and Gatorade. I ate nothing all day but a handful of wasabi rice crackers. I sat here, in my underwear, my hair twisted up in a topknot, a wet towel about my neck, a fan blowing towards me across a bowl of ice cubes, writing. The ice cubes melted away about every twenty minutes. At some point, I crawled off to the claw-footed tub and lay in cold water (and lavender-scented fizzy salts) for half an hour or so. I think all the real writing happened after the bath. Late in the day, a great beast of a storm system swept across Connecticut, and though it passed through South County, missed Providence. But we got the clouds and some coolish wind. I lay on the bed, trying not to sleep, watching the sky while Spooky went out to forage for our dinner. I lay there watching someone's laundry, strung on a line, flapping in the tepid breeze, remembering sheets on clothes lines, trying, also, to remember when that ceased to be a common sight and why.

Egg-salad sandwiches for dinner, with the eggs we got at Spooky's parents on Thursday. Egg salad with dill relish and black pepper, mayo and Swiss cheese, tomato and lettuce, and I was starving, but it was still too hot to eat. I tried to unpack more books afterwards — poetry, mostly, and mythology — but the humidity and heat got to me quickly. I went into Second Life for maybe an hour and a half, the longest I've been in over the last couple of weeks, I think. But there was Bad News awaiting Nareth, and she made an ass of herself in the haven in Toxia, trying to pick a fight in the one place you can't fight. Later, after Spooky was asleep, I read more of Joss Whedon's Serenity: Those Left Behind. And that was last yesterday. I think. Unless I'm remembering today ahead of schedule.

I talked with my agent again this morning. She said I should go swimming. I laughed. It was rude, but I laughed. I don't even own a bathing suit, and under this sun? The library seems a more amenable alternative.

If there was anything else I meant to say, it'll just have to wait. The theromstat says it's 89F inside. Time to run for cover...

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loosechanj
Jun. 9th, 2008 04:23 pm (UTC)
At 2 ayem, when I finally went to bed last night, it was still 87F inside the house. Right now, inside, it's 89F and climbing fast. Outside, it's 96F and feels like 101F with the heat index. We hardly made it through yesterday.

Having recently suffered the death of my own life support system a/c unit, and it taking 3 days to get fixed, you have my deepest sympathies. :(

Edited at 2008-06-09 04:24 pm (UTC)
cucumberseed
Jun. 9th, 2008 04:28 pm (UTC)
I say they should be flayed alive, then strung up by their entrails to appease Helios.

We'd be choosing meteorologists by lottery. That said, I do hope they are right. The storm was lovely, but it didn't cool a damned thing.
greygirlbeast
Jun. 9th, 2008 04:31 pm (UTC)

We'd be choosing meteorologists by lottery.

Fuck it. Make it a sacrifice en masse. Get 'em all.
cucumberseed
Jun. 9th, 2008 04:34 pm (UTC)
You've totally given me a story idea.
kousmichoff
Jun. 9th, 2008 04:33 pm (UTC)
"Kill 'em all, let Helios sort 'em out."

Very glad to hear Dinosaurs from Mars is merely sleeping. And congrats on your move to RI, it seems a perfect fit for you and your writing. I'm sure you'll find the RI locality an endless source of inspiration.
kousmichoff
Jun. 10th, 2008 04:23 am (UTC)
Dinosaurs OF Mars. That irked me.
sovay
Jun. 9th, 2008 04:38 pm (UTC)
It's called "The Melusine (1898)," and it's set in the same city as the "The Steam Dancer (1896)," though, obviously, two years later.

Yay. I am at present working on another story of Ostia Naye, so I approve!

She said I should go swimming. I laughed. It was rude, but I laughed. I don't even own a bathing suit, and under this sun?

I don't know. It's so humid here we might as well be underwater, only there it would be cooler.
greygirlbeast
Jun. 9th, 2008 04:41 pm (UTC)

It's so humid here we might as well be underwater, only there it would be cooler.

Yep.
chris_walsh
Jun. 9th, 2008 04:55 pm (UTC)
Ah, the phenomenon of breathing water. That's what it felt like when I moved back to the East Coast at age 8, moving from the Southern California desert to Virginia Beach, right north of the aptly named Dismal Swamp. In summer. First few weeks it was like my body would try to reject my lungs each time I walked outside.

You have my sympathies. Did you feel tempted to jump into the last pond you saw?
sclerotic_rings
Jun. 9th, 2008 05:34 pm (UTC)
Out here, which has been dealing with abnormally high humidity for the last two weeks, we refer to it as "a bit too thick to breathe, a bit too thin to waterski on". Sympathies.
unknownbinaries
Jun. 9th, 2008 04:44 pm (UTC)
I noticed something a few days ago, and have been meaning to ask...

Have you noticed that CVS' products, or the bulk of them, hail from Woonsocket, RI?
greygirlbeast
Jun. 9th, 2008 04:47 pm (UTC)

Have you noticed that CVS' products, or the bulk of them, hail from Woonsocket, RI?

Yep. The headquarters are there. Do the math...
from_ashes
Jun. 9th, 2008 04:50 pm (UTC)
When I lived in Boston without air conditioning, I spent many a summer day at the library. It was the perfect place: air conditioning AND books.
seph_ski
Jun. 9th, 2008 05:04 pm (UTC)
I talked with my agent again this morning. She said I should go swimming. I laughed. It was rude, but I laughed.

My husband and I were at a wedding reception Saturday night, and his step-mother asked us if we'd be going to mass with her in the morning, despite the pentacle that always hangs around my neck and the fact that we *NEVER* go to church with her. Both my husband and I had a small fit of involuntary laughter. That was rude, I know, and I felt a little bad for it. It was her casual tone, like she was expecting us to smile say, "Of course! Wouldn't miss it!" The ridiculousness of just the thought caused the laughter. Yet this wasn't the first time she's asked and I'm absolutely positive the next time she has the chance, she'll ask us again, and IMO, that's just as rude as the laughter.

BTW, in our pre-air-conditioning days, we used to keep slightly cooler by tying wet bandannas around our neck and wrists. You don't want to use anything too thick or tied to tightly though, because you want the slightest breeze to be able to circulate through and keep the damp cloth cool. I highly recommend it. It kept me from reaching that homicidal tipping point many a sweltering day.
greygirlbeast
Jun. 9th, 2008 05:08 pm (UTC)

Yet this wasn't the first time she's asked and I'm absolutely positive the next time she has the chance, she'll ask us again, and IMO, that's just as rude as the laughter.

Agreed.
sclerotic_rings
Jun. 9th, 2008 05:33 pm (UTC)
I truly sympathize with the sun-pain, as I spent my entire weekend trying to accomplish everything important in the precious few hours between nightfall and the time I have to go to bed. In particular, the Czarina's family celebrated a niece's college and a nephew's high school graduations, and that involved coming out for a pool party. How, pray tell, do I explain to a family without my sense of humor (my sister-in-law absolutely believed me when I went on for fifteen minutes about the Riddell nosehair knitting championships, including the Tom Baker scarves my grandmother knitted for all of the grandchildren from her own personal stock in 1976) that I'm not kidding when folks in our hometown predicted that they'd hear my brother Martin and I calling our father's name from atop Sentinel Hill? And that considering that my maternal grandfather's name is "Waite", they do not want to see me in surf jams?
stsisyphus
Jun. 9th, 2008 06:03 pm (UTC)
...if the meteorologists have this wrong, I say they should be flayed alive, then strung up by their entrails to appease Helios.

To quote the great sovay,

Prrrrrr.
mellawyrden
Jun. 9th, 2008 08:17 pm (UTC)
i hope you get the same system that's supposedly passing through upstate NY late tomorrow. This is deadly hot weather.

greygirlbeast
Jun. 10th, 2008 05:55 am (UTC)

This is deadly hot weather.

Yes, it is.
furrylittleprob
Jun. 9th, 2008 11:03 pm (UTC)
The Weather Channel says Providence hit a record high of 98°F. Congratulations.

I fear it will take a few more heat waves before landlords in the east & midwest realize that air conditioning is not simply an unnecessary indulgence for people lacking moral fiber.

I do hope you & Spooky (& Hubero) found some relief from the heat.
greygirlbeast
Jun. 10th, 2008 05:54 am (UTC)

The Weather Channel says Providence hit a record high of 98°F. Congratulations.

A truly dubious honour.

I fear it will take a few more heat waves before landlords in the east & midwest realize that air conditioning is not simply an unnecessary indulgence for people lacking moral fiber.

More heat waves and more deaths.
loki1978de
Jun. 10th, 2008 06:29 am (UTC)
At 2 ayem[...] it was still 87F [...] it's 89F and climbing fast[...] feels like 101F [...] (a high of only 84F) [...]The theromstat says it's 89F inside

Not acceptable temperatures for a Nebari, if my edition of the Guide is right.

Life throws you a heatwave, write some steampunk

Truer words have never been spoken. Well maybe have been spoken, but nobody heard them.

[...] my agent [...] said I should go swimming. [...] I don't even own a bathing suit

They say that there are places that have so many of them, they sell them. Getting into the eternal waves of the great Atlantic would be a fine coice in my eyes. Nearest place for me, would be the Bretagne and i do have a certain beach before my inner eye.

I wish you tropical rainshowers. Polar air...and may feverish wake dreams of Blizzards grant you relief
greygirlbeast
Jun. 10th, 2008 02:01 pm (UTC)

Not acceptable temperatures for a Nebari, if my edition of the Guide is right.

Nope. Not at all.
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