Who’s whining? Certainly not I. I’m celebrating summer in all its glory. Get back to me in January, I’ll be whining then while I’m freezing my nuts off.
Heavy humidity in NYC the past couple of days. Although the temp topped out at 82, it was still unbearable. As I enter my declining years, the humidity actually STUNS me, like a large hairy man has punched me repeatedly in the face.
Last night a front blew through and now I’m bathing in cool, dry air. In another week or two the local tomatoes will be in the greengrocers. I think I may be able to hang on until September without opening a vein.
You sound like my wife- she’s not so much of a fan of warm/hot weather as she likes the sun, and seems to enjoy/feel better when she spends time out in it. (SAD?)
I think that I’d be just fine in the UK with all the rain and clouds, and never really being very hot or all that cold either.
And how DO those fuckers get in the sink? I just returned from a few days away to find 2 in the sink. I keep the strainers in so even if the P-trap dried, they shouldn’t get in, and I have diatomaceous earth everywhere at the foot of that counter.
I need heat and sunshine. I’ve never had too much of either.
A few years ago I was traveling to a place with 45 degrees Celcius weather for a few days in a row and everyone told me I was crazy to want to go outside. I’m 45 years old and know what I like yet they scolded me like I was a little child. Idiots. I thrive in that weather. I love it. Dry or humid, it doesn’t matter.
On the other hand, every winter ages me terribly these days, and I don’t recover like I used to.
My first husband always said that in Louisville they had a pickup truck and a guy in the back with a salt shaker.
It was 47 degrees outside today when I woke up. Winter may be nine months of unrelenting hell, but this summer has been spectacular. Or so I’ve heard. I’ve spent the entire season in a dark windowless room looking at ovaries through a microscope.
47 Celsius? Wow. I don’t think I ever experienced that. The highest I have ever been in was 45C.
I honestly can’t tell if you mean it’s freezing outside (47F), or unbearably hot (116F). Which one is spectacular? 
I love summer. I like being able to wear shorts & a t-shirt outside. I much prefer the heat over the freezing cold of winter.
Summer sucks ass. I haven’t been able to go 5 days between mows yet this year, will be at it again tonight because more rain tomorrow. And we might hit 90 fucking degrees for the first time this year. UGH. Keep that kind of crap for the southern states.
And another thing. I wear pants, socks, and shoes every day to work. Yet women seem to think that they get to dress like they’re going to the beach. Yes we get to see their varicose veins, splotchy cauliflower skin, and grotesque feet from May to October. Criminey!
If I have to put up with the sight of your pale hairy arms and sweaty forehead, you’ll just have to get over the image of my un-nail polished toe nails.
Actually my arms are semi-tanned (from all the mowing) and my forehead is not sweaty and is half hidden under my lush hair (yes in my late 50s and the barbers still take the thinning shears to me).
Freezing?
Don’t be so sure. The way things are going you’re gonna have to move to Alaska to REALLY escape the heat and dryness!
Well, for summer.
Freezing? Yeah, what does it get down there, like 60? Brrrrr, better break out the long underwear. Pussy.
Dammit, where’s the gratitude? I work hard to get that splotchy cauliflower skin!
Another reason to hate summer. Dress for comfort and you offend somebody. Better the winter when everyone is layered.
If it’s summer and its 47 degrees F, yeah that’s freezing cold.
Except that what the OP is describing is not summer in Southern California, but fall. That’s when Southern California—with the Santa Anas—is like Dallas is now. I HATE fall in Southern California for all the same reasons. But yeah, the best summers of all are in the Bay Area. However, summer in Southern California is not too bad, often with cool, overcast mornings—and not just west of the 405.
Sorry, if I had to live on the Westside I’d just as soon leave all together.
Yeah, so true. Most people in L.A. love both San Diego and the Bay Area. All the hatred is in the other direction. (They don’t even hate Orange County, for which it’s more just a kind of sympathy.)
What you’re missing is that no one knows why Signal Hill even exists.