With her Monday Peeve, Paula Light gives us an opportunity every Monday to vent about something — anything, big or small — that is bothering us. So, today I’m going to vent about the weather.
When we lived in San Francisco, I rarely complained about the weather because, well, the weather was close to perfect. It almost never got above 80º in the summer or below freezing in the winter. On those rare days when temperatures did get hot (and in San Francisco, anything above 75 is considered “hot”) the humidity was still relatively low, so it wasn’t that uncomfortable. Our San Francisco home didn’t have air conditioning. Just a few ceiling fans to keep the air circulating. And when it got “cold” in the winter, it never got cold enough to snow or to even frost over.
But now I live on the East Bay, about 35 miles east of San Francisco. And we are experiencing our fourth straight day of 100+ degree temperatures. On Friday it reached 108. Saturday, 106. Yesterday, 105. And today’s forecast calls for 102.
Are you fucking kidding me? It’s so hot outside that I can’t walk our dog on the street because the pavement is so hot it burns the bottoms of her paws. And I just got a notice on my newsfeed that “rolling blackouts, possibly for millions of people in the Bay Area, are likely in store for Monday and Tuesday as a power shortage exists during this extreme heatwave.”
If there is power outage and my home’s air conditioning shuts down, I, well, I don’t know what I’ll do.
Hmm. Monkey see, monkey do?