You…(expletive deleted)…in South America. You suck. How dare you usurp all the cold!
OK, I’m not really angry and I am glad you’re getting the snow I often wish for even as far north as Buenos Aires.
So and so’s…
Anyway, tomorrow is going to be another fine day of misery and sufferance in the unbearable heat that is Baltimore City. While I’m thankful to live out in the county now; my business tomorrow takes me into the heat and dark madness of the urban jungle.
I am going to make darn sure I leave early, really early, to avoid the summer sun and will hopefully be able to get my sundry shopping in before my appointment. From there, I’ll go in and get this work done and afterward stop over at the place I’m hoping to volunteer at again and see if they’ve got anything open. Fingers crossed.
It’s times like this I really like to lord (lady?) it over all the people who complain about it being too cold, rainy, and/or cloudy for their liking. I’m quite happy with temperatures below 80F and find it hilarious when people wish for it to be upwards of 95F like my mother and a few of her friends. She’s currently experiencing the effects of heat exhaustion but, like with every other health issue in her life, doesn’t want to admit that its the main problem.
This is easily remedied by laying off of the coffee and cigarettes, drinking more water, keeping the electrolytes (stay the hell away from Gatorade ’cause Pedialyte works better!) balanced and keeping her now sixty-six year old self (had a birthday recently) either indoors or as under taxed as possible. She doesn’t want to buy that though and is, instead, making it everything under the sun BUT heat exhaustion.
Did you know that in summer, a sudden exposure to a glass of water can somehow cause a drop in blood pressure and all the symptoms of HE even though one has not had a drink from said glass?
None of this is very good in this heat. On top of it being hot, the humidity is increasing and she’s got this belief that she’s Wonder Woman and that she has to walk at least three times a day regardless of the circumstances. I just hope she stays in tomorrow ’cause its too hot and muggy out there. There, got it back onto the topic of weather. 😦
I can’t wait for Autumn and Winter. That’s my time of the year and I say that proudly. My one favorite holiday (actually the only one I celebrate) is in October, and everything about that half of the year has always enticed me from mythology, to climate, and even to the change in the color of the sky.
As much as it’s nice to have fresh tomatoes and all, I love the smell of carved pumpkins, apple cider, cool breezes, and rain soaked fallen leaves.
All the best colors come out then. When it’s summer here in Maryland, everything turns this sickly silvery green-gray from the heat. Nothing really looks verdant and lush like you see in the pictures. It was like that since I was a child but recently (as of the mid-1990s) it’s even worse and to the point where it’s brutal going out in summer.
In contrast, the Autumn (when it finally kicks in!) is wonderful.
When I was younger, the whole thing would really start in August but now it’s much later (if at all!) in the year. It would get chilly first and I could smell a difference in the air as the currents changed from relatively southern based winds to the winds coming from Canananananananada (I love you Canada!). It was like I could smell Ontario in the wind or something and I got this weird, tingly, blissful feeling like some people get when it’s Christmas morning only I got it every cool day.
This is when the leaves started changing. The contrast in colors really did seem to creep up too. One minute, the leaves were finally seeming to recover from the temperature equivalent of shell shock and then, just at the top of the tips of the trees (usually maples first) I noticed the first tinges of reds, orange, and yellows. The sky went from the darker blue of long exhaustive summer days to a more subtle lighter blue, usually with a spattering of deep silvery gray clouds hanging just low enough so as to contrast the lightness of the sky. Those were usually the clouds passing between rain storms and between the sky and the scent on the air, I hardly wanted to go indoors.
Then, oddly, in September: we’d have what’s referred to locally as “Indian Summer“. Seemingly out of nowhere a last dying burst of summer decided to visit from the beginning of September, through the Equinox, right through to the first part of November. It was around that time, during the warm spell, I recall going on trips to the Cider farm where we got a chance to see Apple Cider made on an old style press and had a chance to taste pulp from the machine before the farmer escorted us outside to a pumpkin patch they’d grown for us to get pumpkins for Hallowe’en. Good times…
The leaves by then were really changing and, by this point, they’re a mass of oranges, golds, reds, deep burgundy, and yellow with just the faintest hint of stubborn green left in some. You’d look up and down a street and, no matter how horrid it looked the rest of the year, it was like a royal garden or some sort of autumnal paradise. As the air grew colder and the wind whipped just a bit harsher, I’d wrap my coat around myself as I walked to school with my mother entranced by the scenery and only half paying attention to where I was going.
On one occasion, I recall that my notoriously hard head served me well because I went right into a metal lamp post at a full clip while staring up at the contrasting leaves, clouds, and sky. :p
Before long, the leaves left on the trees would turn brown and follow the autumnal rainbow that had gone before. By that point, it was mid-November and the rains came down much more regularly with more fog and I’d experience a much darker day. The days were shortening and the temperature was getting just that much colder. It was like clockwork and by the 15th of the month, the freezing rain kicked in. From there, it’s days before Thanksgiving and the first snow that usually occurred on or around that day. It was never much, just a dusting, but a subtle promise of the winter to come and a comfort for anyone who loves the winter as much as I do.
November rolled into December and before long the first “real” snow fell. This was also not usually more than a few inches but it was enough to play with, make snow angels, snow persons, and snowball fights out of. It was usually a battle between liquid and frozen precipitation right up until January when it got bloody freezing. Even so, it’s still great weather as it’s a good excuse to get wrapped up as snugly as possible in layer after layer of warm clothes like a polar explorer on a trek to conquer the wilderness of a city sidewalk with the hope of attaining the goal of reaching school and claiming it in the name of Education.
January edged into February and the true beginning of Winter kicked in. The real snow came in and wading through thigh to hip deep snow was a daily occurrence until the snowplows laid the salt and scraped the middle of the street clear. It was a fight against the elements even for something as simple as going to the store for groceries due to the high level of snow and the thick, dark clouds promising, with their lightning and ominous thunder, even more snow later in the day.
By the end of February, the rains had begun to kick in again and the snow was washed away before being replaced by what seemed to be hurricane force winds in March. It was hard enough having to stand up straight without having to worry about getting to school as well. I actually recall one occasion where I was lifted briefly by the wind while holding my mothers hand. We were on our way to the rear entrance for children over Pre-K and Kindergarten age. In the space between the pool fence and the school building there was an accidental wind tunnel and anyone under 70lbs would go flying without a good helping of determination and/or reenforcement keeping them steadily on the ground.
Nearly the whole month was like that right up to the last week, when out of nowhere, that pesky heat came back right in time for my birthday. Rotten…*grumble*
At least it used to be like that. The weather is so wacky now, there’s no defined seasons anymore. It sucks to have it in the 60’s – 70’s Farenheit in late December and to have summer intolerable even beyond normal hellish conditions for Maryland. I think even the trees are ready to have an industrial action over what’s been happening lately.
I can’t wait to get to Canada…*sigh*
I’m going back downstairs to knit.