Well, the heat is back on. With humidity, today at 80% according to my neighbor. And while it is not going to stop me from whining about it (in an, I hope, mildly amusing fashion) I do have to point out that it isn’t as hot on my part of the West Side as some other parts of Los Angeles. It’s not the beach, but it’s not the Inland Empire either. Both my office and my apartment are air-conditioned: I am not facing a life as trying as my USPS delivery person, who has to lug boxes from an un-airconditioned truck (No, USPS trucks have no AC whether you are in Portland, Peoria, or Palm Desert) to an un-airconditioned lobby. I am well aware that I could be paving parking lots in Pacoima rather than sitting in an air-conditioned office typing away between sips of iced tea.
But I am going to whine anyway.
Last Sunday some chucklehead decided to exit the entrance of a private parking lot on my street without looking and plowed right into the side of my car. Now, I was totally unhurt and the car can be driven (if the door can’t be opened from the outside) so once again, blessings counted, but won’t stop the whine. The whine comes in with his insurance. Which I won’t name other than to write that they call themselves a company you can rely on. What you can rely on is serial incompetence and the runaround. I won’t bore you with the gory details other than to state that I hope they are having their customer, you know, the one who is 100% at fault here, jump through the hoops of fire they are having me jump through. And I ain’t near to done yet.
Honestly it’s sort of disabused me on the notion of having a really nice car. I could manage strained politeness towards the person who smacked up my 20 year old BMW, which had been previously smacked. If it was my brand new BMW, or worse the beautiful 1970’s SL I’ve lusted after since Richard Gere drove one in “American Gigolo” I’d have to stab him with the broken piece of my side marker lamp.
So I have been self medicating. Not with pills or booze or even food (much) but with creams and spritzes.
Now at night when I am going to bed with the AC set to 78 degrees I can reach for my favorite comforts: Lutens MKK, which is like the warm embrace of some fanciful feral being that is in a cuddly mood, because you are just all that. Or Guerlain Spiriteuse Double Vanille, which can be JUSTTOOMUCH during the day, but at night the doughy, boozy vanilla is like the waters of the river Lethe. Or Lostmarch Lann-Ael, written of at their site as the smell of “Proust Madeleine”(s) but to my mind conjure a postcoital bowl of froot-loops enjoyed in Idris Elba’s (you can insert yur crush here) arms. Who knew Kellogg’s could be so sexy?
During the day I have been reaching for that hot weather staple- Agua de Colonia Concentrada by Alvarez Goméz. I always give credit to alityke for turning me onto it, and I think I have told everyone I know about it. You can tell by the photo how much I enjoy it- and there’s a plus-sized back up bottle in my apartment.
New to the mix is the De la Cruz Rosewater Body Mist. I think I may have gotten it in an order from iHerb to get the free shipping and I like it enough that I think I will keep buying it. It’s very rosy, and while no-one will confuse it with anything from Worth it certainly falls under the heading “cheap and cheerful”, is somewhat moisturizing, certainly cooling, and leaves a nice “lean in and smell it” rose scent on skin. Nice on sheets to. And it’s $12 for 8 ounces on Amazon.
The two moisturizers, Olay Regenerist Collagen Peptide and Retinol 24 Moisturizer I got on a facebook deal where I think both were $10. They’re both nice and non-greasy, but I can’t really say if they’re turning this gnarled old oak into a sapling and I am not going to test the effectiveness of the SPF 30 by going out in this heat without a hat.
Oh, and I bought a new hat. It has a brim wide enough to shade a small branch library. I used accrued bonus points to pay for the $22 it would have otherwise cost. It flaps a bit in the breeze and I likely look a little demented in it but F-’em if they can’t take a joke. If I could fit a small fan in the crown I would go for it.
So if you’re having it, how are you beating the heat? What are you comforting yourself with? Want to just whine a bit? Go for it in the comments.
All items were puchased by me. Photos are mine and pexels.