Jul 18 2006
in which our heroine turns into a grease spot on the pavement
as per the weather.
high: 101 today, supposed to crest 107 (!) on saturday, a relatively balmy 98 next week.
It’s not bad except in the late afternoon, round about 4pm or so, when I. can’t. breathe. or. move. The sun is just intensely strong here; in Arkansas it was often this hot, but it’s also often overcast, so you don’t get that whole “my face is about to fry off heeelp meeee” sensation as often. But here it cools off at night, and it’s not humid; I’m not complaining. Too much. As long as the a/c keeps working at work. Many people who live here are from the Bay Area originally, and so they are all ZOMG it is so hot! To them I say bah, you’ve never spent an August in the mid-south.
Of course, I miss Seattle, where they are talking about the oh-so-hot 90 degrees this weekend. Ha.
And sympathies, of course, to my pnw ladies in arkansas and las vegas — it’ll all be ok after a year or two, I promise. Humans can adapt to anything.
*Sigh* Someday I’ll move north again. I don’t think Norway would be excessive…
p.s. also: it is in the high 70s & rainy in Boston. I cannot wait.
4 responses so far
I’m sorry, on several counts.
hey! unless you have stolen my tix to boston, don’t be sorry… I signed up for this gig
Adapt schmadapt! In two years I’m planning on getting out!
hot. yes. dying? yes. miss the pnw with such reckless abandon, it’s hard to convey. miss you, too. come visit me here and show me the not so god forsaken bits, would ya? i liked hatfield. not to live in, but to visit and take cow portraits. (being that i am not in fact human, i doubt i can adapt. but, owning one’s own home does make up for some of it.) hugs! perkster