My aunt and uncle are on 12 hour evacuation notice from the Evaro Hill fire outside Missoula, Montana. This means they’ve moved the horses to safety but they haven’t packed. My best friend’s parents are on 90 minute evacuation notice from the Jocko Lakes fires 90 miles northwest of Missoula. This means they have the truck packed, and when and if the sheriff’s office comes up the road, they must leave immediately or they will be forcibly removed. If they are evacuated, it will be for the third time in seven days.
It may be hotter than Billy-be-damned here, but at least the state’s not on fire.
Last month was the sixth wettest July on record here in Tucson. We’ve had twice as much rain this monsoon season as normal. If it were possible, I’d love to send some of our rain your way.
We invested about $1,500 in new backyard landscaping plants this late-winter/spring. Most of them are dead or dying. We simply can’t keep them watered enough. Unestablished plants are very delicate. Our bird bath evaporates two inches a day. We have to fill our koi pond every other day with a couple hundred gallons of water. We treat it, but we’re just hoping the chlorine won’t burn their asses. And our outdoor cat, Pretty Black Girl, has to stay indoors and she doesn’t understand why. She wants out so bad, but she’s almost 17 years old — not a typo, she is seventeen. Her hearing goes in and out, so we can’t let her out at night. An animal could easily walk up on her and kill her. And during the day, we’re afraid she’d die from the heat.
Makes you wonder what the English were thinking back in 1607 when they said, in summer, “Yes, this swampland here looks like a great place to build a new country.”
Wow. Just a few minutes after I posted my sob story, it has begun to rain! I hope it’s not just a fly-by. Even so, though, it’s too late for the dead plants.
I don’t know what you are bitching about. I personally enjoyed my $285 power bill that keeps my apartment at a cool 78 by only running 24/7. And never have I been able to make such lovely dried flower arrangements. Who knew actually leaving the snap dragons in the ground was the secret?
And the almost constant sheen of sweat is working wonders on my complexion.
Let me tell you, there is nothing quite like getting your gym bag out of the trunk at noon and changing in the locker room and discovering that the underwire in the bra has heated to about 4000 degrees. Scorched titties flying everywhere, I tell ya!
Seriously. A house on my block got washed away in one of those flash floods. I was trapped at work during another. Why can’t Mother Nature learn to spread weather out evenly?
Weird thing is, in Tampa it comes down cats and dogs almost every evening during hurricane season and the county still has to ration lawn-watering the rest of the year.
Would you just listen to these whiners? Ohhhh, it’s too dry, there’s no rain; ohhhhh it’s too humid, the air’s too moist. Ohhh, triple digit temperatures. Moan moan moan…
When the rest of you have no precipitation during the winter and 90 degree temps on Christmas Day, come talk to us.
The “heat index” thing always sounds screwy to me. Here in Washington, DC, they said a week or two ago that “the temp is 100 degrees, the humidity 90%, which puts the heat index at 105 degrees.” I don’t see how that sounds plausible compared to your numbers. Frankly a 5-degree apparent increase hardly seems worth freporting.
I know it sounds silly… but it is sticky for here
I grew up in Nebraska so I do know what nasty humidity with high heat feels like. I definitely don’t miss that 95 F with 80% humidity.
I hear ya. It’s been dry here in Reno as well, and I’ve taken to yelling at the weather man and calling him a Damned Liar because at least every two days he’s like “Ooh, chance of thunderstorms this afternoon!” and then: nothing. I think it rained four or five drops around the beginning of June, and nothing since then. It’s been over a year since we had a proper Wrath of God Thunderstorm. It is so dry I’ve had a bloody nose for about two months now. We went camping and the restrooms had been shut down due to water shortage.
What’s worse is I’m from Oregon and I love the rain.
