Okay, it’s not quite July, but it’s close.
I spent many of my years praying for a life in cooler climes, where I did not have to sweat eight months of the year. And my prayers were answered.
I just came inside after sweeping a lake off the downstairs terraza. The thermometer said 58 degrees, but it felt much cooler. The damp, no doubt.
It stormed last night while we were watching The Tudors on Netflix. We love Netflix. Natalie Dormer, the smirking actress who plays Anne Boleyn is about to die, and we’re glad for that.
Last night’s rain included hail, which shredded yard plants, but at least the lights did not go out. The previous night brought a similar storm, a monstrous blow, and the lights did go out.
We were watching Natalie Portman’s contrasting film portrayal* of Boleyn when we were plunged into darkness, but it did not last long, and soon we were again in the tumultuous court of Henry VIII, a real pendejo.**
This evening we will continue at court, being half through the television series. With luck, we’ll have no hail, no blackout, no terraza awash with water.
But it will be cool.
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* It’s a lousy movie, but the clothes are spectacular.
** This is a naughty word in Spanish.