I was going to be all “glass is half-full”-like and title this thread, “fellow cold weather-lovers, show some love!,” but then it occurred to me that I don’t particularly love very cold weather. In fact, I find it somewhat unpleasant, like most people.
But I HATE hot weather. Hate, hate, hate. And, considering I live in Augusta, GA, and it’s almost July, I am not a happy camper right now. Speaking of campers, I didn’t actually realize that I loved the outdoors until my brief 3-year stint out of GA. As soon as I can leave again, I’m headed for more northerly climes. But right now, I’m stuck. And I just had to cut an already short run even shorter cause it was too darn hot.
I’m with you on that. I live in Cape Town, and so from late December to early March I live in a world of seemingly-endless heat, only relieved when I have an opportunity to jump in the swimming pool. The average daily high is 27 °C (80 °F), and many, many days are hotter than that. And, most buildings aren’t air-conditioned.
Hot? Hmm, hot… what exactly does that mean? I’m waiting for the announcement that a new glacier is trundling down I-5 from Canada. We have yet to hit 75°F in the Pacific Northwest this year. Today may reach 64°F, if we’re lucky.
In the past two weeks I have dropped 8 pounds from the heat (can’t eat in the heat). Over 90+ degrees, 70%+ humidity, no AC in my cheapass truck, no AC at work (construction). I am cold right now (its 76 degrees in here) and I am wearing a blanket. I stay dripping, soaking wet all day from gallons of sweat. I smell nice, too.
I lost 8 pounds though. I would take my hot bod to the beach and remedy this farmer tan, but I can’t take anymore heat.
I think about ice cream frequently and eat salty pretzels.
Hot Summers were one of the things that made me want to leave L.A. I hated Summers there! If I’d had a/c, then it may have been different; but there were other factors that made me want to leave. Ironically, I used to live in the Mojave Desert and the heat didn’t bother me. I kind of liked it, in a way. Of course we had a swamp cooler.
I live in Upstate NY and this is the second hot, humid, muggy hot spell we’ve had, and I HATE HATE HATE hot weather. It saps the strength right out of me to the point where I have to sit in front of a fan in a stupor, with a glass of ice water, and want to puke at the very thought of cooking or food. I have a heat rash in places that looks like oozing boiled ham. And I seriously want to punch the face in of the weatherman who keeps bleating, “get out there and ENJOY IT”. STFU, you asshole. … I try to think of the hot as something you just have to prepare for, and endure, much as you would a blizzard in winter. Get everything done in the early part of the day, and then make yourself as comfortable as is possible during such agony and … endure.
The only thing is, in winter there are ways to get warmer. In summer, nothing much really helps, if you don’t have an air conditioner.
Central Valley, California. Typical summer temps in the mid/high 90s with 2-3 stretches into the 100s. Can count on a few days hitting 105-108. Highest I’ve ever seen here was 118 during a heat wave where temps were over 105 for two weeks and lows were only down to 85-87.
It gets too hot too long here for me - +27ºC (80F) for a month or so. I have zero interest in visiting someplace actually HOT; I know I’d wilt into complete uselessness there. I do actually tan, so I’m not completely allergic to the sun, but I stay out of it as much as possible. I get wicked headaches from sun and heat, too (I have to remember to drink far more than I think I need).
Wow, mad props to those of y’all without AC. That is, like, some serious grizzly man survivor type stuff. I have tons of AC and still hate the summer cause I can’t go outside. Actually, my aborted run sapped so much of my strength . . . now I just want to sleep.
It’s 85 degrees in New York right now and I’m in heaven. I’m also sitting in an air conditioned room right now, but that’s another story. I do love weather in which I can dress in the bare minimum and basically leave the house half-nekkid (and see other do so too! Yum, yum.).
Since I’m from the South I don’t feel like I’ve had summer until there have been several spells of miserable, skin-melting days.
It’s something I can store up mentally and when it’s most horrible during the winter (wind-chill weather, snow up to your ass), I can tell myself it’s not always going to be like this.
Any year where I have to wear a jacket or sweater on Memorial or Labor day leads to instant depression.
Agreed! The heat really sucks. Luckily it has not gotten too hot in LA yet this year. But, I can remember way too many 100 degree plus days and I do not look forward to it AT ALL. Of course I grew up in central New York state so my idea of hot weather is 80’s and I consider that more than enough. Thank Og it is not humid in LA – if I had to live in Florida I think I’d melt into a greasy puddle…
I just said to my Mom this morning that I hate to wish my life away, but I cannot *wait *for the cooler weather to return. And indeed, I’ve been wondering where I might go for a short trip just to get away from the heat.
It’s over a hundred every day now, but it wasn’t too bad up to the last couple of weeks- even last weekend it was only 88. I can’t be out in the heat- it just overwhelms me, plus the sun is like 12 feet away and you can literally feel your skin burning like a piece of meat in a pan. I hate the sun. It’s also very, VERY dry. The dewpoint (the temp it would have to get to to have dew) is 1. ONE. That’s dry.
I loathe the heat. I’ve tried to convince my SO that we should get a summer house in Svalbard but he says we can’t afford it.
This summer was made even worse by my landlord who refused to turn off the heat to the building until May 31st. At one point it was 100 degrees in my apartment because it had gotten into the high 80’s and the heat was going full blast. Since we don’t have the ability to turn off the heat in our apartment we ended up having to shut off all the heat to the whole building with the emergency switch in the boiler room every single day to keep from dying.
If the temperature rises above 28C in even moderate humidity, I sweat like a pig. Add even a little exertion, and you can cut that back to 25 or even 22 degrees. For instance, today, it’s 23 degrees and I walked into town to buy food, a 25-minute walk. I was sweating when I got back.
My idea of perfect is a nighttime low of 15 and a high of 25 to 30 with low humidity. Unfortunately, these low-humidity days are rare in Ontario; our warm weather comes from the Gulf, and is loaded with humidity, thunderstorms, tornadoes, etc.
