Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.
The Japanese don’t care to, the Chinese wouldn’t dare to, Hindus and Argentines sleep firmly from twelve to one,
But Englishmen detest a siesta,
In the Philippines there are lovely screens, to protect you from the glare,
In the Malay states there are hats like plates, which the Britishers won’t wear,
At twelve noon the natives swoon, and no further work is done –
But Mad Dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.
I showered this morning, dried myself off and then donned my favorite outfit – underpants, shorts and tee-shirt. Nothing more. When I need to go out somewhere I will be shod with either sandals or flip-flops.
I am wearing my default Hawaiian getup and sometimes, if we’re very lucky, have said our prayers and eaten our vegetables, we get a Hawaiian summer right here on the coast of BC. This happens to be one of those years – or so it seems thus far.
Of course it took only about two days of agreeable clemency – temps from the mid-20s to about 30 celsius – or between 85 and 90 in good old and still missed by reactionary me, fahrenheit. A little more than warmish but not Sonoran Desert hot, for heaven’s sake – for the whining and wailing to begin in some quarters.
“It’s toooooooooo hot.”
“I don’t like this kind of heat.”
“Now we’re going to have forest fires.”
“We really could use some rain.”
Etc. Etc. Etc.
Fer crissake. Get over yourselves. This is a climate that is for about nine months of the year grey and suicide-beckoning damp and dreary. Oh, and sometimes windy. Rarely snowy, but that’d actually be preferable to incessant dreariness. Frankly, I detest our default weather, and I am not ashamed to say so.
All I must say is that those who do the griping have obviously never been anywhere really hot – either to the desert or the tropics. I have and I love it. I mean, yes, you need relief from it, and AC is a kind of blessing in those climates, but I rarely find it oppressive. I am not one of Noel Coward’s ‘mad dogs’, nor am I an Englishman for that matter.
So I shall happily live with this and when it gets a bit intolerable mid-day I exit for the beach. That works nicely and again it’s one of those things. We have had wretched summers in which not one swim invited me in these climes. What a waste of a chunk of a lifetime.
If you don’t like it then seek out air-conditioning, but please don’t bedevil me with complaints. It won’t be around long.