Joke's on me

So the day I moved into my funky fresh apartment was a scorcher. Like 90 degrees in an area that almost never sees that much heat. Sweaty and gross, I was deeply looking forward to a shower.

Imagine my surprise when the hot water never got hot. On a labor day weekend.

Now, water being what it is, cold water is just too cold to bathe in unless you're Finnish. So I sulked and decided to pat myself off with a washcloth. By chance, I was in the kitchen with the cloth in my left hand, causing me to turn on the hot tap with my right — it's cold, right? No, it was hot.

I have a Romantic Language-ish tap. The hot is labeled "C" and the cold, "H." In Spanish I suppose you could extend that to caldo y hielo (hot and ice) but it's not as appropriate as caldo y frio, and in French isn't it chaud and froi (fwah? Why can't all foreign languages be as easy as Spanish to spell?)? So, ha ha. Funny. A great relief to learn that before sleeping in my clean-sheeted bed.

I also learned that although there is cable of every permutation (HD, digital, regular, enhanced) in my building there is no internet. I am dying, people. I may have to break down and get the dreaded DSL. The library doesn't let me blog past 8:30 p.m. and I just discovered they play "rockabye and goodnight" come 8:15 p.m., which is about as PNW as anything I've ever come across.

Found a great place to rollerblade in Westport. Why isn't there an English word for "malecón?" Boardwalk doesn't cut it — a malecon need not be made of boards and goes alongside the sea, not into it. If you think of the English term that fits, let me know.

I will drop pics of the insanely beautiful drive to Westport I took; it's the kind of drive that makes you feel like God has blessed you with his own hand to see the cows and the sea all in the same viewspace. I'm sure they have these moments and particular ken of vistae in urban America or even Kansas, but I feel like I live in the best place in the whole world in the PNW.

Man, that lullaby stuff is distracting. Oh, it's "Simple Gifts." What kind of message is that sending? Tis a gift to have free library access? Yes, indeedy.

I have more randomness — including a disparaging discourse on the way BBC actors (especially the older ones) kiss. Ew! Just watch their faces go totally slack as they lean in toward each other. It's enough to make you want to "get sick," as the Limeys would say, all over yourself. Or just feel sorry for the whole of BBC-watching Britannia, with such a model of passion-free "snogging," as they might say. All Brits who read this be aware that you have some very hot snoggers among you who I'd name if "Simple Gifts" weren't playing and the librarian wasn't lurking around me, but BBC needs to hold an older actor not disgusting kiss workshop.

Maybe I'm too American, demanding titillation. Well, I gots the cable now, so there I go.