For most of the year, I often complain to my husband about how much I hate living in Virginia. This usually starts at around the same time every year-usually about the second week in May, which conveniently, is about the same time that the humidity that sucks all my will to live arrives. Having lived in the West for a fair amount of my years, I prefer my weather as dry as you can get with a touch of heat.
Sure, you could technically still expect the odd snowfall or two in June in Idaho, but the reward of being able to garden for several hours mid-July without needing the sprinkler aimed directly on you the entire time more than made up for any extra cool June nights. Once late June hits here in Virginia, I don’t leave the house unless there will be air conditioning and lots of it. Okay, I do leave the house sometimes to go somewhere, like the backyard, that is sans air conditioning, but it isn’t pretty–I’m usually sweating like a pig and turning a most unattractive flushed red color. Yeah, I’m one hot mama alright–hot like a cheap greasy hot dog on a barbeque grill that is.
We’re currently enjoying the calm before the storm, or rather the weather before the humidity. Humidity free days that are in the 80’s and nights that only dip down into the 50’s. Owen and I are trying to spend as much time outside enjoying the weather for the next month before the ugliness of May hits.
RheLynn says:
We’re in TN and experiencing the same thing here! I’m a native Minnesotan, so 85 is HOT to me.. this summer is going to be even more interesting than last one!
Stay cool while you can
March 27th, 2007 at 10:16 pm
Heather says:
Ack! I grew up in Texas and, oddly enough, I didn’t really notice the heat as a kid. But, I went back after my daughter was born and even though it was December, I thought I was going to disintegrate into a pile of clothes and hair right there on the stupid black top parking lot outside the airport.
March 29th, 2007 at 9:04 pm