I’m not sure if the stickiness has gotten worse, or if a few days in the fresh mountain air reminded me of how easy it is to breathe. Or maybe it has gotten worse. We’re noticing effects that we hadn’t seen before. It’s not only smothering us but it’s wrecking our things. Mike’s belt has turned from brown leather to green and blue fuzz. My sneakers are no longer black felt, but gray. At first glance, it appears to be dust (which would make sense since they’ve only been used once since we’ve been here) but it’s not, it’s the first stage on its way to looking like Mike’s belt. The jeans and pants I brought that have sat in the closet are now accessorized by spots and the couch’s cover is developing new patterns on the back of it.
Not only does it look gross, it feels worse. Imagine laying on bed sheets that feel like they were prematurely taken out of the dryer a good 15 minutes too soon. Our pillows are moist sponges – one of which was already victimized by mold and had to get tossed. Last night, Matt slept in a sweatshirt, with the hood on, just to keep his head and body dry. Did I mention that it’s really gross?
We can’t do laundry in this type of weather either seeing as our dry clothes can’t even be considered dry anymore. There aren’t any Laundromats here but there are laundry services that will do it for you. We’ve contemplated using one but are hesitant since I read most charge per piece of laundry, not load. That could get pretty expensive. So, the washing machine is preloaded and ready to go at the sight of sun.
My skin hasn’t enjoyed this constant clamminess either. I have some sort of breakout that’s dormant under my skin from my forehead to my neck. You can’t see it unless you get up close but I can feel it – hundreds of little bumps just sitting there. Heat rash? Humidity induced acne? I don’t know. At this point I wouldn’t be surprised if my forehead erupts in mold…
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