stormy weather, just can't get my poor self together

i'm probably the only person around who isn't impressed by sunny weather.

"loooook at all this sun!" bastian says, prancing around on his 2 meter-long legs and throwing open the curtains.

"uh huh," i say, pulling the covers over my head.

"isn't it great? and we can ride our bikes and sit in the park and go for walks and everything!"

"yeah," i say, "listen. i'm hungry."

perhaps ohio's 90% humidity spoils my penchant for summer. in germany when it's sunny, everyone closes their eyes and throws their faces into the sun. in ohio, people sigh and turn on the fan. in germany, no sidewalk goes uncrowded, no park is un-sat-in, everyone breaks out t-shirts and sit in the sun and (my personal favorite) men roll their pants up into instant capri pants.

i have a pretty careless relationship with the sun. i don't burn so i don't hate it but i get weird tan lines after a couple minutes so i don't love it. it makes me uncomfortable by forcing me to wear less clothing. i'm a cardigan-and-tights kind of person. the sun turns me into a "go on without me" kind of person who will spend inordinate amounts of time on the internet with a 2 liter bottle of water next to me.

i'm always amazed by the level of amazement the germans have for the sun. i just think, well it happens every year, so yeah...

and of course, in party-spoiler fashion, i like fall and rain and storms and hiking-plans-ruining weather like that.