There are not many adventures happening in Sparkland. I do not object to this state of affairs, because I am happy to live a quiet, peaceful existence. By nature I am like an 88-year-old trapped in a 38-year-old's body. Maybe that's what people mean when they tell me I'm an "Old Soul".
Last Sunday, the day after the patio party, I had plans to meet my sister for lunch. It was supposed to be a scorcher, but I figured I only had some short distances to walk between home and transit and the restaurant. I'd be in air conditioning the rest of the time. Right? Wrong, of course!
First I got all turned around trying to find the place where I'd agreed to meet my sister. The building numbers on the east and west sides of the street were 170 numbers off from each other and I was walking along the wrong side of the street. I'm not sure who is responsible for that stupid state of affairs, but really, isn't it possible to fix it? After walking an extra four blocks in the 35 degree heat (that's over 100 F for you Americans) with God-knows-what humidex on top of that, I was severely disappointed to find out that the restaurant was not air conditioned.
I repeat: Restaurant. Not Air Conditioned. Not only that, but the only free table was right next to their open kitchen, where they were cooking waffles and frying omelettes. Lord have mercy! Amazingly, I tolerated the heat, and managed to enjoy both my sister and my gluten-free waffles (the reason for our pilgrimage to that specific place).
I did worry that I might not make it home without passing out. There was a little flutter to my heartbeat here and there, but I made it. I was comforted to know that if I passed out in my neighbourhood someone would probably find me and call for paramedics. It's not one of those neighbourhoods in which you just assume people on the sidewalk are drunks and step over them.
After that little adventure (if you will allow "going out for waffles" to be classified as an adventure) I didn't do much all week except go to work and home again and try to stay cool. All y'all know my delicate health requires much coddling, and therefore I made sure that I stayed as stress-free as possible. It's working. I'm all good.
Incidentally, the waffles weren't awful. I just couldn't resist the rhyme. In fact, they were super-duper, and as soon as the weather becomes more hospitable I intend to go back to the weird, hipster, eco-guiltfree restaurant for more. If you're planning to stalk me there, better wait until October.