It's coming...


The insane heat is on it's way. At this early May date, our high today is only 85 (that's still too hot for May) but last weekend, we reached 100--a reminder of the horrid desert climate that I've managed to somehow imerse myself into.
I meet new people all the time--mostly at work. They come from nice cold states like Wisconsin and Massachusetts and say things like, "Oh, it feels sooooo good here." I can't help myself from raining on their proverbial parade. It won't for long. The heat will come. With a vengence. Heat like you've never felt it before. Of course, then they say they'd rather be hot--they can take the heat. Not me! I'll take a blizzard over a heat wave any day. Then, I get a quizzical look and this question: "What are you doing here?" Excellent question. I have no idea!

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Anonymous said…
The heat ain't here yet! We actually had frost warnings earlier this week. But, what I really want to say is that is one great picture of my granddaughter!

Dad
3:12 PM
Robin E. Olson said…
I'm completely jealous! I want frost warnings!

This picture is from last summer. We haven't spent much time in the pool yet this year. While it's warm enough outside, the water is still cold.
4:56 PM
El said…
Cute pic and you're right about the heat. I think "oppressive" is the word we throw around a lot. You just wanna stay inside. It's a bummer when you see the temperature at, say, 2:30 in the morning and it's still 101 degrees. You know that means you've got one of those 117 degree days coming.

And hey, there's a couple of people on the west side of the Valley who are glad you guys are here.
8:41 AM
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