Fuck this goddamn endless gloom and rain and alternating just-a-tad-warm-and-humid with roaring thunderstorms, then gray-black clouds and rain again. I don’t think we’ve had three nice days since the start of the year, and counting nice half-days, there might have been ten. With total unpredictability, so unless you’re prepared to drop what indoor/raining/blustery weather task you were doing, you can’t do more than stand around in it for a bit.
It was amusing for a few years to have radically uneven weather. Getting a little tired of it now, especially when the spring choice of the last few years has been this endless extension of winter, or a fast jump to 80-degrees at 75%+ humidity.
Will NOT weep at my rearview mirror when I blow this fucking lobster pot, soon.
It’s good gardening weather, and our watering restrictions due to last year’s drought were just lifted. That’s what I told myself this morning after the initial temperature shock.
Yeah, I was just reading the other day something about predicted climate change. I think it’s supposed to get warmer, and we can thank Trump for that. Apparently Pittsburg is the new Paris or something. But I only skimmed the article, so I might not have gotten it all correct. Anyway, it was a fascinating read. Pittsburg. Who knew!?
I was driving down Rt 24, saw a zot of lightning. A minute later, could see the ionization trail from the strike.
Got home later to a double rainbow.
In between, the sun was out as it was pouring.
Ah New England weather!
I was there in February and it was gorgeous – sunny, blue skies, crisp snow, crisp air. February. My husband was there two weeks ago. It was hot. When it wasn’t raining, I mean.
Now I would like that. Today I had to be out in the hellishly hot sun ( 68 F ) for several hours and I still feel unwell. Rain and Thunderstorms never hurt anybody.
I fail to understand why the snowbirds go back north in the summer. I have been in Arizona in the summer and it was good. They call it the rainy season. True, it can get up to Furnace Creek temperatures at times, and the cockroaches make noise walking across the street, and sometimes you cannot tell smog from a haboob, but hey, life sucks without a fair dose of suck.
Believe me, I am with you. Right now it is 55F with rain and fog south of Boston. Goddammit, it is fucking June and going to be my birthday soon. My coworkers and I are plotting some type of revolt over the weather. The Pilgrims were idiots. They should have made some more beer and then sailed south to someplace that is habitable. My proposal is to close Massachusetts, turn it into a National Park and let those that are brave enough take guided tours in July and August only.
If, by snowbirds, you mean Canadians then there are limits for how long one can stay out of the country and still maintain health coverage. For most provinces that is 5 months.
No, snowbirds are Americans from about north of 44 or so who have lost their tolerance for winter, so they go down to Arizona for 5 or 6 months, some in 2nd homes, some in motorhomes, and then return to their northerly digs for the warm half of the year. I have an aunt who spent winters in Yuma and summers outside Tacoma every year.
I try to do a fair bit of bicycling in the summers, but I’ve barely had my bike out this year at all, yet. Partly I’ve been lazy, but there haven’t been very many nice riding days, either.
Fingers crossed that it improves by the middle of June. Tall ships are visiting for a week and I volunteered to work at the event.
July and August cannot be too hot. And there’s a legal limit to the snow here.
You think New England summers are bad, you should try Wisconsin. Not only is the air a liquid, but the second you step outside, you are covered head-to-toe in woodticks, with mosquitos fighting each other for any left-over real estate. Still, the perfume of the dairy farms is what makes it so delightful.