Sunny days bother me. Obviously they have their good points, like… it’s good to have a sunny day when you want to go on a hike, or sit on an outdoor patio, or for like, a wedding.
But when my kids were little I used to find sunny days stressful, because I believed there was pressure on me to take the kids outside to play. Or to the park, oh my god I hated going to the park. I used to take them there and then start looking at my watch, and after 45 minutes I was like, “Ok that’s it, we gotta go!” and I couldn’t wait to get home. Do not like the park, do not like other parents, and do not like other kids. I did like walking to the library, because I would read aloud to them as we walked.
I like to read while I’m walking, does anybody else do that?
Anyway I read so many books to the kids while we were walking, Treasure Island, the Secret World of Og, Harry Potter… and there was a section of forest we walked through en route to the library, and it was a total coincidence, but the coolest thing in the world that reading the Hobbit we got to the chapter called Riddles in the Dark while walking through that forest. It was so creepy, just the perfect atmosphere… Anyway I preferred staying indoors and when it was rainy I had an excuse so I could relax about living up to societal expectations.
Nowadays I don’t like sunny days because inevitably some jackass decides to take their plane out for a … ride? a spin? a zoom? I dunno what they call it but it doesn’t matter. The point is it can be rainy and gloomy, and then all of a sudden the sun comes out, and out come all the little planes to fly over my house and be LOUD while I am trying to record, and I have to stop and wait for them, and it’s usually perfectly choreographed with the neighbours vacuuming or using a chain saw or some damn thing. Stupid planes.