Curse you, autocorrect! “Bitching” not “notching” . . .
Well, it’s started in New Jersey. It’s 94 and humid. Gone are the precious days of 20 degrees, snowflakes, freezing rain, and delicious gray days. So long to my beloved sweaters and LL Bean boots.
Goodbye to sleeping soundly due to AC fan noise.
My dear people of Reverse Seasonal Affective Disorder (RSAD): let the complaining begin!
Although it’s not 94 in Chicago, it’s warm and humid. Last week I had my heat on. This week I know people here who have turned their air conditioning on. I swear I remember when there were a few good weeks of plain old “open the windows, that’ll do” weather in between winter and summer.
So, is notching entirely out of the question or is that still an option…
Well, if you must notch . . .
I’m another on the Snail Team and not the Lizard Team.
Give me the cool, wet rainy weather I adore. As beautiful as it is, spring and summer in Oregon bring endless mowing, weeding, pressure washing, watering, enduring dusty roads, harvesting, preserving – and my least favorite, watching out for wildfires.
No more cozy cups of hot cocoa sat by the pleasant little fire in the wood burner. No more bracing walks in the cool early morning mists.
On the bright side, peach season will soon be here.
I suppose I have to start getting summer pedicures again, too.
I was asking for a friend.
94, humid? Very tropical.
92 right now in Brooklyn. On Monday the high was 51. Fuck this August shit. It’s bizarre temperature leaps like this that make people ill.
Delighted that we’re dropping back down to 70 on Saturday, and then a long string of days in the 60s. THAT sounds like early
May to me.
Yup, sure you were . . .
It’s a dry, breezy-to-windy heat here in Valencia, which sounds exactly like the summers back home in the Ebro Valley*. It matches my vague memories of a summer vacation in this area some 38 years ago. Well, that’s what I remember and what I’ve been promised: for now we’re stuck in the kind of temperatures which trees consider ideal for orgies.
I’ll notch right along with ya. Not a fan of heat, or sun. I’ve often thought that air conditioning is one of humanity’s greatest inventions. I am not looking forward to 12 hours and more of daylight. Sigh.
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The user name is related to disliking the sun, in fact.
It’s awesome! It’s finally hot outside! Bring on the heat and humidity! Shorts and T-shirts every day!
Love the summer!
You’re my new favorite person.
I hate summer so much. People look at those of us who hate summer like we’re nuts! It’s nice to not be alone…
Y’know how some people love basking in the sun and feeling the heat beating down on them? Well, that’s how I feel about the cold.
We still have 1-2 months of lovely spring around here. Highs in the 60’s-70’s as far as the forecast can see. My favorite time of the year. Still way too much snow up high. However, below 4000’ish feet is ready for hiking and mtn biking. 
I actually like all the seasons with the exception of March which is just grey, cold, and windy. This year, March lasted from the middle of January until last week. And then we transitioned (briefly) directly into August.
My brother and SIL just moved to Brooklyn from Austin and were moving into a 3-4th floor walkup in that heat. My SIL will be fine. My brother is a whiney baby without his A/C. I hope he was able to turn it on.
I hate summer so much. I hate it when I open the door and it feels like I’m breathing fire.
I’m with you guys. And you know, it really isn’t about the heat…it’s the cursed humidity that permeates so much of the continental US during the Summer months. 85 degrees and really low humidity? That’s a beautiful sunny day and I can tolerate it no problem. Same temperature (or higher) and lots of humidity? No thanks, I’ll stay inside, maybe fluff up a pillow next to the a/c register and have a nap.
The nice thing about the Puget Sound area is that while summers are sunny and dry, they aren’t consistently hot, and they’re never humid. A week of 90-degrees is interspersed with a couple weeks in the 70s.
But the light gets to me, anyway. The light and the dryness. It’s light at 4:30, it doesn’t get dark until 10:30. And last summer we went 90 days with less than 1/20" of precipitation TOTAL.
Having said that, the winters are so dark that I’m good until about mid-August. That’s when the RSAD starts to really kick in, and I just want to hide somewhere dark.