We're having one of the warmest Januaries on record in Northern California.
Intellectually, I understand how bad this is. We're in a drought, no rain means dire straits for farmers, and increased risk for wildfires.
It is so hard to step out into the sun and not be happy, though. A mere month ago I finally admitted to myself, after three years of living in San Francisco, that I was never going to wear my beloved tank tops from my school years in Orange County again, that I needed to stop buying tank tops, and that I needed to face up and remove them from my wardrobe.
Today I pulled the box of tank tops out of the corner of my closet and wore one. The dryer in my ghetto complex is broken, but I don't care because it's warm and sunny and beautiful and I can hang our laundry on the balcony. (We're actually not supposed to, but they can bite my ass and fix the damn dryer first.) I keep stepping outside to feel the sun and the warm breeze kiss my upper arms, and I'll keep hoping for rain to relieve the thirsty state, but if I can have this weather just one more day, I would really like to wear shorts for the first time in three years.
Comments (2)
I know what you mean. Snowy winters are the driving force of Utah, without them we're screwed for the entire remainder of the year.
Posted by Andre | January 14, 2009 8:15 PM
Posted on January 14, 2009 20:15
Warm again today. I figure if I can't do anything about the lack of rain, I shouldn't feel guilty about enjoying the sun.
I wore a tank top and skirt and drank lemonade while walking in the sun. \o/
Posted by Aya | January 15, 2009 2:32 PM
Posted on January 15, 2009 14:32