California has our weather. And we have theirs.
I discovered this last night as I watched the Weather Channel on my newly "installed" cable (the landlord is re-wiring a few things, so the cable is hanging from the attic stairwell, draped across my bedroom floor and doorway and trails on into the living room to the TV a few feet from the door; lovely). SoCal is getting pelted with rain and chilly temps (well, chilly for them — more like autumn weather for Nashville), while we bask in 80 degree-dry-sunny Southern California weather.
I don’t know if my friends are jealous that we’re "enjoying" such great weather in Tennessee as they limp through the rain-slicked streets and freeways of LA trying to avoid the many accidents such weather inevitably brings about while not becoming involved in one themselves and still getting to work a few hours before turning around and making the trek back. Angelenos really don’t take rain well. They tend to get rather freaked out. Maybe its the fear of mud slides taking out their back yard, or the fear of the "other drivers", who are always idiots and don’t know how to drive, that will pull over in front of their speeding car and cause them to hydroplane on the 405 transition road. Maybe its the fact that no one can ever remember what they did with their umbrella the last time it rained (months ago). Or perhaps its simply because every Angeleno knows you have to leave work and hour earlier whenever it rains in order to be at work on time — which is what I believe is the real cause of rainy-day gridlock, not the fender-benders and spin-outs. Whatever it is, LA is a mass-chaos of anxiety on rainy days. With over an inch downtown yesterday, I can well imagine the Paxil and Valium ingested. I’m sure those few who’ve taken note of the Indian Summer the South is experiencing are very unhappy that the weather patterns are backwards.
But I’ll tell ya, I’d trade them for our weather back any day now. I’m sick of summer. What happened to fall???
I had so much fun watching the leaves change and bundling up in sweaters last October. I was looking forward to it. Especially with all the lingering hot weather we had through September. But someone seems determined to deny me my autumn beauty. And its driving me nuts!
Will someone please give Nashville its Autumn back.
You want fall? Move to Seattle! We only had six weeks of summer this year. It’s fall here about nine months of the year. Spring doesn’t exist and winter consists of a few snow sprinkles that turn to slush within hours but still the schools get a “snow day”. The headlines should read, “Schools Closed On Account Of Slush”.
Love you little one.
In a few weeks you’ll be grumbling about winter… (g)
Monday and Tuesday were indeed nuts. Signals in flash, signals dark, wrecked trucks blocking the freeways. And it wasn’t even the first rain of the year. It took people only a month to forget all about rain.
I got soaked on my way home from work Monday. Didn’t think I’d need a rain jacket… but it did a good job of washing off my bike, and my car is cleaner than it has been in months.
Larry — I refuse to grumble about winter until at least February. Its too magical still for me up to that point. Somewhere around Feb this year I got sick of the “dead”-looking trees and general gray tint of everything. I was ready for some GREEN. I got my wish a month later. But for now, I’d just take temps NOT in the 80s. We set a new record high temp todeay — 89. In October?? Only in LA will I tolerate such nonsense.
Vic — send me a ticket and I’m there!!! I looooove Seattle. God’s country, that is. Definitely God country.