Cold. Definitely cold.
I have always said that I prefer cold weather to hot weather because I can always put on more clothes, but there is a decided limit to what I can take off. Even if you’re naked you can only cool down so far, and naked isn’t an accepted state in most social circles.
What solidified my position was the 900 degree unbearable heat in a classroom where I had to give a test today. Unholy heat waves! I thought I was going to die! It’s always swell when so much sweat rolls off my hair I look like I just stepped out of the shower. I’m not kidding when I tell you it was at least 50 degrees hotter in the room that it was outside. Even people who don’t normally flap themselves with a makeshift fan were doing just that.
Escaping from that inferno to the breezeway outside was bliss. Sitting on the concrete bench felt divine. The only bad part was reentering the oven to finish administering the test.
The perfect weather is about 70 degrees in Spring or Fall, but at the other extremes, cold trumps hot every time.
I live in the land of wild weather in North Alabama. We have some seriously fluctuating weather patterns here.
Today, my international students were complaining that it was COLD. Seriously?
Now, I understand that it was 100 degrees just last Friday, but a high of 63 and 70-something today is nowhere near cold! I’ve tried to tell them that if they don’t like the weather in Alabama, all they have to do is wait 5 minutes and it will change, and boy did it ever change this week.
We have been under a sweltering heat wave since May with 90 to 100+ temps all summer long. In my book, 63 to 75 degrees is perfect–certainly not cold.
It has been so hot this summer that even the summer sun lovers have cried uncle and professed to be wistful for cooler temps. Finally, all our heat-breaking prayers have been answered.
Thank you Tropical Storm Lee! You see, Lee is the storm that broke summer’s back in the south. Yay!
We had days of soaking rain followed by blessed cooler air. When I walked outside yesterday and it was still in the 60s, I could hardly believe that I could breathe easily and I wasn’t breaking out into a sweat. I felt blissfully cool. Ahhhh.
So anyway, back to the business with my students’ complaining about being cold today. I let them know that we would talk when the temps dropped down to 29 like it did back in January, and we had city-shutting-down snow.
A Rare Sight--Measurable Snow in Alabama
Then, and only then, will I agree with them that it is cold.
Dang it’s hot! I’m pretty sure the temps have sweltered at 95 or above for the last two months–and we are just now entering the dog days of summer.
We probably saw more snow last winter than we have in a long time. It was cold. People complained. Couldn’t wait ’till summer.
Well, they got summer in full force. I’m convinced that people who love summer have pools or live on the river where they can get in the river when the heat is blasting.
Then there’s the rest of us. We just get to sweat.
I’ve never been a fan of summer. I like spring and fall on the few days we have perfect temps and no humidity or dew point to speak of. Winter is okay.
See, in winter, you can always put on more clothes. In summer, there is a limit to how much you can take off before you get arrested. Not to mention that most people just don’t want to look at you in that stripped state.
I have a nice patio. Do you think I can sit on it now? No way. I would fry like a piece of bacon out there.
I have flowers that my wonderful DH tends. Can I sit and look at them? Nope. Too hot out there.
Take a walk around the neighborhood? No way. I’m not looking to have a heat stroke.
The one upside to summer heat is air conditioning. I thank God for that. It’s the closest I come to snow in the summer.
I know it would be a freak of nature, but I’m pretty sure a little snow right now would be welcomed by even the most dedicated winter-hater.
Ahhh. Doesn't that look refreshing?