What Happened To Spring?
I try to appreciate all the seasons in their place. I have a thing for the turning of the wheel.
It's not a big secret that I like winter best. I am not as fond of summer as I was as a kid, but I think that's because I used to live minutes from the ocean and now I have no beach access and have to pay for air conditioning.
I am not patient with people (I am talking mostly news/weather people here) who project themselves into my living room and whine all winter for hot summer weather. And I am notoriously cranky at people who whine for hot summer weather all winter, and then start whining about the heat as soon as the summer weather kicks in.
So - It's April, and I think it should be Spring here in the Northeast. Not only is it only Aprl, it is 4 am and should be a reasonably (or even unreasonably) cool time of day. But NO - even though Jim set the fan up in the window before he fell asleep, it is so freaking hot, I am drenched with sweat - actual running rivulets.
I am currently stripped to a singlet and a laptop, and the laptop is about to go because it has ceased to offer me anything worth doing that is worth having its heat on my lap for.
I am off to bed... (which won't bring any relief since even after thirty something years, Jim believes in sleeping like those Inca walls where you cannot pass a leaf between two adjoining stones. Generally, I approve of this, but right now I feel like covering the floor with paper towels and rolling around on them.)
It's not a big secret that I like winter best. I am not as fond of summer as I was as a kid, but I think that's because I used to live minutes from the ocean and now I have no beach access and have to pay for air conditioning.
I am not patient with people (I am talking mostly news/weather people here) who project themselves into my living room and whine all winter for hot summer weather. And I am notoriously cranky at people who whine for hot summer weather all winter, and then start whining about the heat as soon as the summer weather kicks in.
So - It's April, and I think it should be Spring here in the Northeast. Not only is it only Aprl, it is 4 am and should be a reasonably (or even unreasonably) cool time of day. But NO - even though Jim set the fan up in the window before he fell asleep, it is so freaking hot, I am drenched with sweat - actual running rivulets.
I am currently stripped to a singlet and a laptop, and the laptop is about to go because it has ceased to offer me anything worth doing that is worth having its heat on my lap for.
I am off to bed... (which won't bring any relief since even after thirty something years, Jim believes in sleeping like those Inca walls where you cannot pass a leaf between two adjoining stones. Generally, I approve of this, but right now I feel like covering the floor with paper towels and rolling around on them.)
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We had two days last week that hit 90, and one that hit 80 in the morning. I'm not complaining, but I think it's a bit much, a bit soon! This shouldn't happen until June, late May at the earliest. I miss those transition days from winter to summer, too. Where they go?
Weather people are annoying and worthing of medieval-style beatings almost any given day of the week. Anyone who can get that excited about low-pressure systems and how a hurricane in Florida might affect the weather in Oregon needs some sort of pain-related reprogramming. If they'd just come on and say, "It's going to be hot," and go into a little detail, but no, they have to get all cheeky about it. I read my weather online, a little widget on my browser's default home page, and I still want to hurt someone when they get creative. Snow, freezing rain, sleet and windy are good enough descriptors, for god's sake! Blustery, ice pellets and wintry mix sound like something Pooh would tell Eeyore and Piglet not to be down about.
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Today look to be great, just reaching 70. I hope it's closer to that where you are, too!