It may shock you to learn i am not a fan of Summer (more of a pluviophile). Summer only had any positive connotations when i was still in school. But when you get out it's just a hot, sticky, annoying, agonizing, uncomfortable mess. August generally sucks too, but i hate July. Nothing positive really come out of it (especially now that fireworks are banned everywhere).
i love the '80s just not the 80s where you hit 0176 (on numeric keypad) while holding the ALT key.
This July: i had to deal with a bathroom renovation during the hottest stretch of the year (hopefully) and my computer decided to not output visuals anymore. Hot weather seems to be somewhat unpleasant for me (maybe aggravates some conditions, and i've always been prone to "heat rashes"). At least i haven't been lobsterized.
Then you get into the historical misery (that i don't think i'll ever completely get over, at least with my memory). My father died in mid/early August, trying to remember if i was told his cancer was terminal in July. Two ways my life essentially ended - the end of hope.
Say hello to my new computer (previous computer was named Tsunami). This computer remains nameless for now. Looking for cool names - maybe something like cataclysm, apocalypse, or calamity.
Hopefully Window 11 isn't the shit show that Windows 10 was.
July 4th is almost upon the US. With it comes BBQs/picknicks. Maybe you want to move a picknick table. My tip for you is to watch your feet. Spatial awareness of obstacles can be the difference between successfully moving the table and injury. This could include sprinkler heads or unseen depressions. Easier said than done while moving something that likely obscures some hazards from view.
Say you are moving a table between properties, going between a fence, one wrong step you could break your left ankle. There goes your summer internship. Then we get into possibly unnatural acts with an ice cube.
Ideally, you wouldn't move the table (as they tend to be heavy and unwieldy). Moving furniture in general is usually a pain. Don't get me started on the maneuvering necessary to navigate the malevolent doorway.
