Yeah, we usually get more than one transitional day between summer/spring. It also often vacillates between the two seasons for the entire month of May, and once in a blue moon you get a weird Winter/Spring/Summer random mix in April*. Jeebus, the weather in this state is silly, bordering on belligerently stupid. So yeah, it’s usually slightly less of a shock.
But hey, now that we’re in an honest Texas July…we can hope an August hurricane pops up and cools things off. Yep, that’s what the heat will do to a person down here, a hurricane looks pretty pleasant in comparison. It doesn’t do anything for the mosquitoes, but you have to look on the bright side. Two days of relief is two days of relief, no matter how it might come.
And on the A/C front: I reset the breaker, and it held, and my wife’s going to work from home this afternoon. So I don’t have to wait up for the HVAC guy, and I get to sleep in air conditioning. May the universe bless you, William Carrier.
*I’ve seen 95F, then 28F with snow; in that order, over the month of April.
My husband’s Irish. I’m Jewish. Our girls are Irish Jews. We’re just not built for summer. My husband is either pale as the moon or beet red. I have to put sunscreen on my girls about every half an hour or they will look like strawberries. I’m the only member of the family even remotely heat tolerant and I have more freckles than skin right now.
The one single thing I enjoy about summer is that this is when the honeysuckle blooms, and honeysuckle is my favorite scent in the world. Beyond that, it’s hell all the way down. Yesterday morning it was so humid that I got sweaty just walking from my apartment lobby to my car 25 ft. away. Disgusting!
I also hate the clothes of summer. I like layers, I like wearing cardigans and scarves and coats and boots. Fall can’t come soon enough.
We’re in the middle of the first truly miserable heat wave here in St. Louis (most of the summer has just been one long rainstorm–we’ve been under a river flood warning since April–but the temperatures have been downright tolerable), and, perversely, I’m relishing it, just because we’re heading to northern Michigan this weekend, where it will be in the 70s, with overnight lows in the 50s. Then I can laugh at all the poor schlubs who are stuck here.
Find those people and thrash them for the dirty liars they are. There is nothing dry about Austin heat. They lied their asses off to you, pal.
From July 1 to sometime in the middle of September, I have a routine:
Take the trash out to the dumpster at the ass crack of dawn (7am).
Make sure you’ve got iced tea in the fridge because you’ll need it before heading for work.
The first thing after work is to change clothes and draw the curtains. I’ve had enough of the fireball for one day. Dark and cool is the way to go.
Fall is my absolute favorite time of year. hell, I love winter. Spring’s ok, too. Nothing will ever make me like August.
The point is more the geometric centricity; everybody in California hates others who are closer to Signal Hill than they are. Again, San Diegans hate Orange County, Orangers hate Long Beach, and so on.
Obviously (obviously?) this is much of a joke, but it does have some observed validity. There really is a lot of geographically localized disdain. Talk to someone in Napa or Marin about the central valley’s water crisis.
“Man is a tropical species, and he thrives in a tropical climate.”
until he’s taking care of a baby in the tropics. Bubonic diaper rash, cranky hot baby with a surface to mass ratio that guarantees suffering. Check on the baby at night and find the bedroom swarming with Mosquitos.
Give me the winter, where the worst you’ll do is run the zipper into the roll of fat under their chin.
You’ve clearly never given birth to a December baby. Your brain tries to convince you that the baby needs at least five layers or it will die. Then you take the baby outside where everyone else is convinced the baby needs at least another five layers or it will die.
No, we’re pussies in winter. Any hint of snow or ice means the Apocalypse is coming and everybody has to clean the grocery stores of bread and milk. Plus, our cities only have one sand truck each.
Compared to where? Somewhere in southern Algeria? Certainly not compared to Houston or most anywhere east or south of Austin. Even Dallas is somewhat more humid than Austin.
Nope, can’t do that either around here. If I say “take 85 south” you won’t have any clue if I mean I 85 or State Hwy 85 which run roughly parallel, but 20 to 60 miles apart, from south of Atlanta to south GA.
You summer haters are gonna be SOL when global warming really kicks in! We heat lovers can just migrate north a bit at a time as the temps rise and stay comfy. Y’all Winter Warlocks are gonna be all crowded together at the poles complaining about he body heat!
No hallucinations here. I simply like warm weather. I was born and raised in Houston, and still live here. Air conditioning is nice, but there’s just something about being in the sunshine that is wonderful.
