Sweating

I am a sweater, one who sweats. I don’t perspire; I sweat. People in my gym class tease me about my wet T-shirts. The problem is that I don’t have the physique to make it work for me. My most oppressive sweats occur when I am getting ready to go out-of-town. I don’t know what it is that makes me sweat then as the temperature in the house has nothing whatsoever to do with it. For instance, when I left recently on this cruise through the Panama Canal, I began to sweat as soon as I got out of the shower. Realizing that I couldn’t dress while sweating that much, I turned on the ceiling fans in the house although the temperature in the house was rather cool. It worked. I cooled down enough to put on my clothes, including a long sleeve shirt as I don’t dare fly in short sleeves or I would freeze. If you’ve ever read my brother’s book including the story about him sweating at his wedding, then you know this tendency to sweat profusely runs in our family.

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About bobosbest

I am a 79-year-old retired English teacher whose writing goals are fulfilled by publishing these blogs. I have a wonderful married partner, Dimitris Tsitsiras, who is from Greece. Life is good and still an adventure.
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One Response to Sweating

  1. Barb says:

    I remember a quote from Mrs. Gilley’s class: Horses sweat., gentlemen perspire and ladies glisten. (ha)

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