Like Sands through the Hourglass…

It truly is amazing that one can sweat profusely from so simple an activity as flossing one’s teeth. My pores have become home to miniature streams and I’m on the verge of setting up a small cabin in the back of the freezer. Needless to say, it is taking my body some time to become readjusted to the sweltering heat after spending my days swathed in sweatshirts and puffy coats while navigating waist-high snow banks. The perpetual shine on my forehead does make it easier to imagine myself as a celestial being though, so I do suppose that roasting like a basted turkey in foil does have its perks…

I am tempted to walk around completed naked. However, my nudity, coupled with the necessity of having my windows staring open to let in the barely moving air masquerading as wind, would give my 22 year old male neighbour a gift he scarcely deserves.

So far, being at home has not been too bad. I am becoming used to the feel of the couch against my butt, my bed against my back, and sometimes for a radical change of pace, my carpet against my stomach. This, as my mother calls it, is the hibernation period – the time where I barricade myself in my house and ensure that my most strenuous task of the day is popping some veggie nuggets into the toaster-oven for lunch. I am also rediscovering the pleasures of msn mischief making…

It has been a while since I have experienced such marathon TV sessions, and I must admit to thoroughly enjoying reruns of Frasier, Scrubs and Charmed. Plus, who would have thought that they mentioned Barbados in a 1986 episode of Designing Women? Good looking out on my part! Moreover, I contend that one of the best female bodies on TV belonged to Fran in her days on The Nanny and that these emaciated little creatures on TV today would do well to model her. Before Carrie was styling down Manhattan boulevards in her Jimmy Choos, Fran was pulling off some outfits with style and flair that made the fashion-faint-hearted quake in awe.

I have not turned my brain completely off though. Since graduating about three weeks ago, I have examined graduate schools, contemplated in passing whether I want to continue studying Psychology and done some reading:
The Alchemist – Paulo Coelho
This Mystic Masseur – V.S. Naipaul
Pride and Prejudice – Jane Austen
The Catcher in the Rye – J.D. Salinger
The Count of Monte Cristo – Alexandre Dumas
The Picture of Dorian Gray – Oscar Wilde
They Poured Fire on Us from the Sky: The True Story of Three Lost Boys from Sudan – Benson Deng, Alephonsion Deng, Benjamin Ajak

Post-hibernation will have its perks as well. I already have several offers to take me out to dinner *giggle*. If only … hmmm *furrows brow and vehemently banishes that particular thought*. Dem shoes lined up and ready too. Ya done know Leelee, dem gine caan hold we when we step out and bad. Traffic blocking nuh? Men gine be stuttering, dazed and confused!

For now it’s just nice not to have to deal with … people. Veggie nuggets are a lot less irritating, mean-spirited and judgemental. Plus, they taste better in ketchup. Though, there was that one time…