What is the dew point when the humidity is 837%?
The sky is just taking a crap on the whole Western Slope of Colorado right now. Just like the last 6 weeks…
My Brooklyn neighborhood association had been planning a 6/27, 1-6 community garden bbq/art show/book reading & signing* for weeks, during which it rained at least some almost every day. The weather held – then it drenched us during cleanup. I call that a success.
As far as continuing rain, we could always make it a drinking game. FYI, the sky just finished pouring.
- Pictures here.
Awww, lookit all the cute babies and doggies! Glad it worked out for you (but it’s Crown Heights and you had it on Shabbos?). Last Sat I went up to the Shore Line Trolley Museum in CT for their annual Pageant and while there was mud everywhere, it stayed dry for the first time in a week.
As for me, I felt so bad after typing that sentence in my last post that I did eventually take my lazy widening butt to the gym. It’s so damp outside that, despite the AC cranked up to 11, the gym was like one big sauna. 97-lb girls with 2% body fat were sweating like Teamsters, and my Irish face turned cranberry red as soon as I started cardio. 
Edit: it’s a great year for mycologists at least–the poor trees in my neighborhood are growing some sort of green fuzz on one side and there’s tons of mushrooms and toadstools.
My garden has been washed away. Beets, gone; Swiss chard, gone; lettuce, struggling; scallions, begging for death; cucumbers and yellow squash, reverted to bonsai form.
My poor tomatoes are so tall and spindly, reaching ever skyward in search of some sun.
The only thing that seems to thrive is the zucchini, which will probably smother the cockroaches after the Apocalypse.
There is thick, green moss growing on the driveway on the north side of the house.
Just popping in to say that if I was the OP, I would have named this thread “Observe the rain. It fornicates.” in classic SD style.
It is quite hot here, which is normal for this time of year. It’s also been really dry. It hasn’t rained more than a drizzle in weeks. The grass is all brown and crunchy like bran flakes. The tiny chance of thunderstorms we’ve been getting every couple of days never pans out, and I rather want to try the fry-an-egg-on-the-sidewalk experiment.
It is currently raining like crazy in my little bit of Japan. To be fair, it IS the rainy season, but it seems worse than last year. Just day after day of overcast weather, rain in the morning and sometimes at night too. My crappy little 100 yen umbrella was leaking when I walked home this evening…
At least it isn’t that hot. As far as I am concerned, there’s not much worse than being wet from both sweat and rain. That happens a lot in this delightful little country, but the temperature is staying sensible at least. (I’m still wearing t-shirts and skirts, mind you, but I haven’t had to turn on the A/C yet.)
I hang my head in shame. I blame the weather.
Tiny bits of blue sky today! I got the things done I needed to do, then put on my swimsuit and headed to the community pool for my inaugural swim. I just got my feet in the water, when…
“Everybody out of the pool! We heard thunder!”
Indeed, the sky turned black a few minutes later.
I think I got you all beat.
This morning, about 2:00 a.m., I heard a loud FWOOMP sound, and all the lights went out. I found my flashlight and went outside to look around. My landlord was awake. In the far corner of the yard was a linden tree. It had a split right at the base, and two main trunks going up about 60 feet. One of the trunks had fallen, took out the power lines and a pole and was laying across the street.
We called it in to the power company. Utility truck came, police came, fire truck came, another utility guy came. They got the power shut off, put some quick-dry down to soak up the oil that had leaked from the transformer. They cut up the tree, got the remains of the old pole out of the ground, augered out the hole and put in a new one, spliced and rehung the wires and reconnected the houses. There were probably six of those big bucket trucks around; it was quite a production. Power came back on about 3:00 in the afternoon.
It’s been raining like mad for the last few weeks, but last night was calm. The tree must have just soaked up enough moisture to make it heavy and weaken the wood. Once we got a look at it, the trunk that fell was practically hollow, and the one that’s standing isn’t much better. It’ll probably have to come down, too.
All of which sucks, but it could have been worse. The tree missed a car by a couple feet. It took out part of the neighbor’s fence, but that’s about it. If the other trunk had fallen, it would have wiped out my car, two of my landlord’s, and probably part of the house. I may go offline at some point. The power company guys only deal with their lines. There’s a six-foot chunk of the old pole with the telephone and TV cables holding it in place. I think they’ll have to cut those and splice them together again to re-hang them.
You poor guys, I feel for you, I really do.
Well consider this, I cycle to work on a regular basis.
And when I cycled today, it decided to fuckin rain the minute I left the house.
To cut a long story short, my left pedal broke, and I fell off my bike and cut my hand, leg and elbow. Not to mention I was 10 minutes late for work, and I told a taxi operator to fuck off.
Today is the first day without rain here in at least 2 weeks. It’s been raining at least 5 days a week for two solid months now…which is why I contemplated felinicide when I woke up TH to discover that one of the brats had chewed an inch of teeth off the zipper of my raincoat. I had to go to the Kittery Trading Post in Maine to find a replacement!
It’s been such a glorious weekend that I’ve almost forgotten about those weeks of rain! My husband noticed the other day that, as a result of all the damp, we had fauna growing out of the door mat at our back door. I’ve crammed so much outdoor exercise into the past few days that I’m really, really hurting now.
Flora, not fauna. Duh.