Weathermongers!
So how hot is it where you live?
Here in the North Star State it's so hot nobody even remembers the winter of 1880. And that October blizzard a few years back? Fuggedahboutit. Gone from the collective memory.
Actually today it's pretty nice outside, after yesterday's dramatic thunderstorms. You can actually leave the house and not wilt. The hot yoga joint seems hot again. I've stopped obsessing about hydration.
And started obsessing about the hurricane season.
Anybody else see the headline? "Beryl Could Ruin Vacations?"
I say no chance. My vacation isn't until late August, and that is when I predict the really destructive hurricanes will hit the Carolina coast. We of course always time our vacations to coincide with the height of the hurricane season. I mean, come on- where's the fun otherwise?
But I can't complain. We've only been evacuated once. And we caught a break on that, too- we were out at lunch and a bunch of volunteer firemen came in and ordered a suspiciously large amount of takeout. We had just enough time to pack our bags and hit the road before the traffic got too bad. Of course we forgot a few critical items and tried to go back for them but the National Guard didn't think that was such a good idea, so we drove on.
Yes, hurricanes certainly liven up one's holidays. Last year we managed to hit the beaches in the lull between a couple of major storms. Bo-ring! I mean, sure, the surf is too rough to swim in and the swamps are high and the gators go strolling on the golf course. But that's a pale second compared to the excitement of watching the Weather Channel.
Here in the North Star State it's so hot nobody even remembers the winter of 1880. And that October blizzard a few years back? Fuggedahboutit. Gone from the collective memory.
Actually today it's pretty nice outside, after yesterday's dramatic thunderstorms. You can actually leave the house and not wilt. The hot yoga joint seems hot again. I've stopped obsessing about hydration.
And started obsessing about the hurricane season.
Anybody else see the headline? "Beryl Could Ruin Vacations?"
I say no chance. My vacation isn't until late August, and that is when I predict the really destructive hurricanes will hit the Carolina coast. We of course always time our vacations to coincide with the height of the hurricane season. I mean, come on- where's the fun otherwise?
But I can't complain. We've only been evacuated once. And we caught a break on that, too- we were out at lunch and a bunch of volunteer firemen came in and ordered a suspiciously large amount of takeout. We had just enough time to pack our bags and hit the road before the traffic got too bad. Of course we forgot a few critical items and tried to go back for them but the National Guard didn't think that was such a good idea, so we drove on.
Yes, hurricanes certainly liven up one's holidays. Last year we managed to hit the beaches in the lull between a couple of major storms. Bo-ring! I mean, sure, the surf is too rough to swim in and the swamps are high and the gators go strolling on the golf course. But that's a pale second compared to the excitement of watching the Weather Channel.
Sue,
ReplyDeleteVacations aren't fun unless you leave something to chance...I say weather is it!
As for the doomsday, Al Gore, GW people; What about the cold winter here in Mi this year. The record lows and high level of snow????
When I was little, we used to drive down to Florida in August to visit my aunt and cousins. This was in an old Chevy station wagon, with NO seatbelts and NO air conditioning. We would put a luggage carrier on top, and throw a mattress in the back deck. My brothers and I would fight for window space, and we would have to stop to throw up often (three carsick children at once!) Ah, the joys of vacation time! *mary*
ReplyDeleteWhen I was little, we used to drive down to Florida in August to visit my aunt and cousins. This was in an old Chevy station wagon, with NO seatbelts and NO air conditioning. We would put a luggage carrier on top, and throw a mattress in the back deck. My brothers and I would fight for window space, and we would have to stop to throw up often (three carsick children at once!) Ah, the joys of vacation time!
ReplyDelete*mary*