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Thursday, August 28, 2003

 

Heatwave



Today was the 52nd consecutive day in which the temperature in Seattle reached 70 degrees or higher. (Here�s a news story from earlier in the week to back me up. �Cause I�m all about the facts.)Unless you�ve ever lived here, your response to that is probably going to be something along the lines of, �52 days of room temperature? Big deal.� That certainly would have been my response before I moved here.

However, having spent the last nine years in the Pacific Northwest, I can tell you that this is indeed a big deal. See, the thing is, that also translates as no rain.

52 days with too much sun and no rain.

Rhododendrons all across town are wilting like crazy, some to the point of no return. Trees are starting to droop. Lawns are beige. Chickadees are fighting to the death for a spot in the birdbath. (OK, not really, but that day is not far off.)

You people in, say, Phoenix can laugh at this all you want, but we�re dyin� up here.

On a completely unrelated subject: while I was rounding up some old newspapers for recycling, I came across this little gem. Now, I�ve done some deeply stupid things while under the magic spell of alcohol (and if you think I�m gonna list them here, you�ve got another think coming, pal), but kicking in the windshield of your friend�s patrol car should win some sort of prize. Other than a quick trip to the unemployment line, that is; both officers have since been fired.