summer!

God, it's so hot here in Virginia.  It's a wet heat.  sopping.  humid.  I go from the air conditioned car to the house and I can feel the sweat starting in my hair and dripping down to join the sweat on my face and soon top of the head to small of the back, it ain't pretty.  This is the time of the year that blow drying my hair is not an option, the sweat beats the blow dryer by about 5-1.  Already, I've found myself lying on the hard wood floor directly in front of the a/c vent on 72 degrees, just so I can get my bra on.  (that's a nice visual)

I don't know when the profuse sweating started.  I always had upper lip and nose sweat.  slowly, it has encroached over my entire head.  it's disgusting.  embarrassing.  mortifying.

Bob's grandfather has his 90th birthday coming up in two weeks, in R.I., it will be a real classy affair-pig roast and tables in a garage, but already I'm wondering what I am going to do about the sweat.  Hat's actually make it worse.  People stare.  Technically these are my "people" so politeness would seem to say...let it ride.  But no, there will be pointing and laughing and lots of stares. 

One year, when on vacation in New England, I actually walked around with a towel on my head, like a turban.  It was a LOOK let me tell you.

I'm currently considering strategically placed ice packs.  Anyone have an alternative? And no, the alternative cannot be not attending.  I must attend.