It's very hot here today. Although the temperatures are only around 90°, the humidity is sky high, and it feels more like 100° — at least . I know that's not much for some of you, but it's a dang heap of hot for this wimpy northerner.
Nevertheless, we managed to go for a bike ride this morning. It was with a group. I guess we're the youngins because we kept leaving the others in the dust and having to stop and wait for them whereupon everybody had to have a nice, long chat when we all got together again — each and every time . The main problem for us was that it was hotter standing than pedalling, which at least provides a breeze. The wee nasties also swarmed us during these lengthy respites. We may not pedal with that group again. They're nice enough, but their bodies are in a different place. I don't hold it against them; I'm sure that Cuppa and I would have a pretty hard time keeping up with a group younger than us. It's just the way of it.
It was also hot at Celtefest yesterday, but we found a semi shady and somewhat breezy spot on a hillside and were in pretty fine fettle most of the time and most certainly by the time that early evening rolled around. At some point as I sat and listened to the music and watched the people coming and going, I thought, "This is better than Sarnia," which soon led to the realization that "This is where I live, and I'm home." Home: it's good to be here. I'm not sure whether I ever truly felt that way in my thirty-five years in Sarnia, but I already begin to feel that way here — at least in some ways.
I'm not sure how Heather stands it. She attends the Winnipeg Folk Festival for a whole weekend every year. We were only at Celtefest for about six hours, but by leaving time I was almost emotionally spent. The music was thrilling and there was so much of it that I almost couldn't take it anymore.
Perhaps I was tired because Saturday night after the concert that I mentioned in the previous blog hadn't been a good sleep: not at all. Some of the tunes kept playing and replaying in my brain: over and over, all night long. Last night there was some but not as much of that going on, but I had some pretty wild dreams to cope with. I guess the old fella got too excited by life.
I'm not terribly excited today, however. It's letdown time.