|Offshore fishing near Isla Mujeres and glowing!|
My dad peered over the top of his reading glasses, leveling his gaze at his naïve teenage daughter: “No,” he admonished, “Horses sweat. Men perspire. Ladies glow.”
I guess I was born a horse.
I am about 99.5% certain that my very proper, very stern and very formidable grandmother, Nellie Blanche Lyons Gobert, taught my father that expression. She passed away when I was about seven, but I still remember her upright bearing, and impeccable manners. She was a school principal, one of the first female school principals in Canada. One did not mess with our grandmother!
|Nellie Blanche Lyons Gobert about 1915|
Me, well, I glow, like an out-of-control nuclear reactor.
Starting about now, June, I usually change my clothing two to three times per day. From the skin out – everything!
Normally both Lawrie and I putter around the house, fixing this, polishing that, applying a coat of paint to a scuffed wall. Doing little tasks. Tinkering.
He manages to maintain his cool, barely breaking a sweat. Pardon me, I meant to say - barely perspiring. I, on the other hand, have a nice bright pink face, and a good healthy pore-cleansing glow going on.
|Working on our Summerland house entrance 2006|
In Canada if we were doing a major project like tiling the bathroom, or renovating the front entrance I could work up a really good glow. Living in the tropics it occurs more frequently.
Today I fiddled around with painting one short wall on our upper street-side deck. By the time I had finished I was soaked through.
Angel, one of three young guys replacing the netting over our palapas, looked at me with a silly who-me grin on his face, innocently asking: “Tienes mucho calor amiga?”
Si! You bet your sweet bippy! Mucho calor!
|The cool dude! It's May and he's comfy in a thick shirt.|
The upside is that mosquitoes can easily locate me. I have a heat-signature that is like a flashing red neon sign. Free! All-you-can-eat-buffet. They bypass Lawrie preferring to swarm my overheated follicles. If mosquitoes had lips, they would smack them together in anticipation of a feast. I am certain the local mosquito population is very appreciative of my contribution to their well-being.
|Summerland BC - entrance all done!|
And to ensure the lovely little mosquitoes don’t over-indulge on my DNA, I spray every bit of my exposed skin with Off Family repelente de insectos. In Canada, Lawrie pampered me with nice expensive perfumes. They were always a much appreciated birthday or Christmas gift. Somehow insect repellant doesn’t have quite the same cache, and isn’t nearly as romantic when received as a gift.
On some level I think my grandmother would have been proud of me, remembering that ladies glow, apparently we don’t sweat. But one thing puzzles me. How did she manage to remain lady-like raising three active children in the early part of the 1900’s when women wore long, hot, cumbersome dresses every day, all day?
Just thinking about that, makes me glow. I think I’ll go and have another refreshing swim in our pool.
Lynda and Lawrie