Sweaty girl summer
Yesterday afternoon I came back from running errands in the July heat absolutely drenched in sweat and feeling woozy. Are we being literal about that whole hot girl summer? I hope so, because bedraggled is the best I got.
Between not having done too many in-person errands in these times and having gotten so hot en route, I did not acquit myself terribly well yesterday. Honestly, I was a bit of an idiot. My good mood, thankfully, did not evaporate with all of the water in my body, and I managed to salvage the transactions with self-depreciation. At the parking office where I applied for and got a moving permit, the clerk and I had a good laugh at my expense, mine perhaps a bit manic. I’m still counting it a win.
Later on today, strangers will traipse through my apartment, led by my old broker. Nice guy—I enjoyed meeting him a few years ago while in the betwixt and between that comes with moving.
He told me that he’d recently become a father while we arranged for a time for the viewings. I didn’t tell him that I already knew this because he still shows up in my Venmo feed, and I’ve noted some paternal-themed transactions cropping with the usual pho and drinks. Life in our strange times. We pretend that we don’t see such things.
Anyhow, Ollie and I need to leave in a few minutes to make way for the strangers and the new father and pho connoisseur. In a few short weeks, my home will become someone else’s home. I’m tempted to make a joke about sweating the details, but that’s dumb, and it’s not that hot out.
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