Hot Toddy
It's always easy to tell when I can't think of anything to write about - I either just don't write, or I write about the weather. Well, lucky for you, I decided to write this time. About the weather. Woo hoo! I know how excited that makes you.
The thing is, the weather in Phoenix, like in most places probably, is b-o-r-i-n-g most of the time. It's usually fairly dry, warm, and repetitive. And that's the case at this time of year as well - just intensely so. Intensely, insanely hot.
So far this week, the high temps have been in the 110-115 degree range and even the nighttime temperatures haven't been all that cool - usually in the high 80's to low 90's. One day this week, it was 93 degrees as I pulled in to work at 6:30am. You know it's gonna be a hot day when it's 93 degrees practically before the sun even comes up.
As usual, all that heat has resulted in some massive wildfires burning around the state - this year mostly in the desert regions surrounding the city. In fact, several people are out of the office this afternoon since they live in areas that are threatened by wildfires and they're expecting that they may have to evacuate at any moment.
I know that by living in Phoenix, you kind of lose the right to complain about the weather. I mean, everyone knows it's hot here and most of us who live here are doing so by choice. Complaining about the heat here is kind of like complaining about the rain in Seattle. If you don't like it, don't move here.
But still, it's just damn hot. It's really weird how hot it is - it's not like the oppressive heat and humidity combination that a lot of places get in the summer. At least when we sweat here, the sweat actually evaporates. The thing is, though, when it gets well over 110 degrees, it starts to actually hurt a little. I call it "face-melter" weather because it just feels like if you're out in it too long, your face is going to start melting and dripping off. That's never actually happened that I know of, but I swear it's a possibility when it gets so hot.
The one bright spot - men tend to wear less this time of year. And that can only be a good thing.

Just remember that we get to rub it in people's faces during the winters when a huge chunk of the country is dealing with snow, cold, and wind chill factors and we're sitting by the pool in shorts ejoying a cold drink.
Posted by: Lee | June 27, 2005 01:40 AM