Here’s Brandi, our puppy, chilling out at the top of the stairs. Actually, she was taking a nap until I rudely stuck this camera in her face.
It hit 107 degrees today, and the forecast calls for 110 on Sunday. It’s definitely summer. Ugh. This time of year, we wait until the sun begins to set, around 7 p.m., before we walk the dogs. What’s great is that other friendly neighborhood dog owners have timed their walks at the same time, so our pups can chase each other at the park and tire themselves out, while we commiserate about stuff like, you know, the weather.
Oh, for my friends who haven’t visited us, that’s my office to the left.Read More
Every Arizona summer is scorching hot, but this year is one of the worst ever. Two weeks ago, the state broke its record for most number of days in a year with 110 degree temperatures — 32 days! The old record was 29 days in 2002. On average, we only get 10 of these super-hot days a year.
Telling myself “it’s a dry heat” doesn’t help when I walk outside and it feels like I just walked into an oven. We have this rule when we go out. We call it the “one-minute rule.” To minimize our global warming-induced miserableness, we give ourselves one minute to go from our air-conditioned, parked car to our air-conditioned destination, whether it’s a restaurant or a store.
So this past Sunday, the TV meteorologist predicted a five-day forecast of 104 to 106 temperatures, and I actually yelled, “All right!” because it was going to be cooler. Let me repeat — 104 to 106 degrees, and I’m happy. How sad is that?
Another month of this and we’ll enter the pleasant part of desert living — mostly 80s and 90s and sunny skies — in the fall and winter. We do run into a rough patch in January when the overnight weather dips to below freezing and we have to cover our fruit trees to protect them. But then it’s pleasant for another few months until temperatures start reaching the century mark in May. That’s when I start complaining about the weather and start eyeing flights to the Bay Area.Read More