It is cold here in Dissertation City. Not just today. It has been rainy with highs in the mid 50s for over 2 weeks. We have not had one snippet of sunshine this month. And it's frickin' June here people. June. We have the heat on. It's June.
This is when Dissertation City gets me down. Everywhere else in the darn country it's 80+ degrees and sunny. People are in tank tops. People are BBQing. People are out hiking and biking and walking in sandals. Not here. Here we are still wearing wool sweaters. "Happy October" the weather man joked. It wasn't funny.
They say the Inuit have some impressive number of words for snow. In Dissertation City, the weather man has 57 different pictures to represent different kinds of rainy days. "Rain in the morning, showers in the afternoon" is a big rain cloud with more rain on the left and less rain on the right. He has another 36 different pictures of clouds covering a sun. You're supposed to interpret the number of rays and the color of the clouds to divine how many seconds of blessed sunlight you will get during the day.
"Sunbreaks"... this is a word I never heard before I moved here. We're so pathetically sun-deprived that it's big news if there is going to be a break in the clouds for the sun to peak through for a few minutes. "Expect a few sunbreaks late this afternoon" the weather man says. Growing up in California all the weather man had to say was cloudy, rainy or sunny. Here the weather man has 93 ways to tell you how bad your day is going to suck.
There are times when I love this town. Most of the year, in fact, I love this town. But from March through June I'm about ready to chuck my life in the trunk of my car and head for sunnier pastures. The first 6 months of rain were enough. I don't need the extra 3.
Sigh. If I win the lottery (which I won't since I don't play), I am totally going to Hawaii.
In Response to My Spouse,
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