Summer has snuck up on Vermont like a mugging in NYC: feared, expected and yet totally out of the blue. We began Memorial Day weekend in a torrent of cold rain and came out the other side sunburnt and with our flip-flops on backwards. For the past few days, temperatures have hovered around 90 degrees with 63% humidity. That's bolded for a reason, y'all. In heat and humidity like that, all activity seems futile and highly unpleasant. Also, paint won't dry, no matter how many sharp words you use.

Which means that the house renovations have hit a major snag. The dining room, formerly nearing completion, is back to square 1. True, the wainscoting and chair rail are painted (California State Park brown), but the humidity ate our painter's tape, so the top of the room (slated to be Tomorrow's Promise)(that's a kind of light blue) is also California State Park brown. In places. Mainly places where the tape didn't oh, I don't know, get so damn sticky that it ripped two layers of primer off the wall.

Summer can just suck it.

I am sweating up a storm just thinking about all the touch up. Also, with the paint not drying and all, the house is covered in various sad little closet shelves sitting around sweating and puddling and generally shedding their second coats all over things that were formerly fully done. Also? The smell of industrial cleaner, bleach and rivers of nicotine running down the walls is dealable under normal circumstances, but at 63% humidity, that combination is like being trapped in a creepy high school janitor's back pocket. Or front pocket.

*shudder*

Long story short: we cut the house renovations short and went home to drink alcohol with ice in it. We also watched Frankenfish which was delightfully refreshing in its total willingness to set the laws of gravity aside in its quest for creating a wholesome family flick about gigantic carnivorous sea things who eat people's mothers. So the weekend wasn't a total loss.

And we watched The Incredibles. Twice. El Yo drooled over the home automation sequences but I can't believe I'm not owed royalties.