There have been a few really hot days and I’m reminded about last summer. Last summer was insufferably hot and we endured pain, worry, depression and visits to the hospital. We couldn’t go outdoors until the evening when there was more shade and it just kept going week after week. No one was happy and I’m glad we’ve had these hot days, partly to remember that no, I wasn’t crazy, last summer was hard, and partly because we’ve been able to handle it so much better this time, now that Einar is older. We’ve gone to the beach and the playground and spent as much time as possible on my mum’s porch. I’m not as scared of the sun as last summer either, and it’s also been so much easier now that we can go by bike and don’t have to walk with the stroller everywhere. It’s much cooler to ride a bike than to walk.
This week it will be cooler again and I welcome it. I liked the reminder, and I’m really happy about the trip to the beach, but now I’m fine with going back to cooler days. If nothing else, I have a load of gooseberries that wants to become marmalade and I’m not cooking berries for an hour during a heat wave.