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susandennisI am good sleeper. Unless it is hot. In addition to the generally horrible feeling of actually being too hot, when awake, I drink tons - of iced tea, diet dr. pepper, water. So my crappy already heat fucked up sleep is further disturbed by having to get up and pee about a million times a night. The air conditioner is not strong enough to reach the bedroom (and there is no place to vent it so I can't roll it to the bedroom).
So I am tired and cranky and hot.
And, no thank you, I do not want to hear about how much hotter it is where you are or how lovely and cool it is where you are. I'd just like to wallow a bit in my own misery. The only thing that will make me feel better about it is 10 (or more) fewer degrees. Thanks anyway.
The parade last night was a good one - it's just fun to see a giant whale balloon in my parking lot and hear marching bands. I love marching bands. I watched a good bit of it on TV mainly so I could judge when a band or group would get to my parking lot. It took them about an hour to get from the TV viewing spot to the parking lot.
I remember the first year I lived here. They had them on Friday nights then. My Mom was coming to visit my sister (and, of course, staying at Days SusanDennis Inn the night before because my sister was too busy to pick her up at the airport) so my house was all clean when my Dad called to say that Mom's plane was not coming and that she was spending the night in Pittsburgh compliments of US Air.
So I took a cold beer onto the terrace and there was a whole lot of stuff going on. I called my friend, Nancy, from the office. She was one fo the few people I knew in town and she had lived here forever. "What in the heck is going on??" She said that it must be the torch light parade. I told her she'd better come see for herself so we spent the evening on the terrace watching until it got too dark to see and then we went down to the parking lot to get a better look. It was just one of the many wonderful treats I discovered about Seattle that first year and still do find a delight or two even now.
And one of the delights is that I know for sure and for certain that in 4 short weeks (short, please, godareyoulistening????) this fucking heat will be gone!
Oh and god, if you are really are listening, could you make some kind of horrible evil for those relentlessly insipidly cheery weather people on TV who keep declaring how perfect this weather is?? I'm sure there is a special place in hell waiting for them, but I'm really more interested in giving them some immediate feedback. Thanks.
So I am tired and cranky and hot.
And, no thank you, I do not want to hear about how much hotter it is where you are or how lovely and cool it is where you are. I'd just like to wallow a bit in my own misery. The only thing that will make me feel better about it is 10 (or more) fewer degrees. Thanks anyway.
The parade last night was a good one - it's just fun to see a giant whale balloon in my parking lot and hear marching bands. I love marching bands. I watched a good bit of it on TV mainly so I could judge when a band or group would get to my parking lot. It took them about an hour to get from the TV viewing spot to the parking lot.
I remember the first year I lived here. They had them on Friday nights then. My Mom was coming to visit my sister (and, of course, staying at Days SusanDennis Inn the night before because my sister was too busy to pick her up at the airport) so my house was all clean when my Dad called to say that Mom's plane was not coming and that she was spending the night in Pittsburgh compliments of US Air.
So I took a cold beer onto the terrace and there was a whole lot of stuff going on. I called my friend, Nancy, from the office. She was one fo the few people I knew in town and she had lived here forever. "What in the heck is going on??" She said that it must be the torch light parade. I told her she'd better come see for herself so we spent the evening on the terrace watching until it got too dark to see and then we went down to the parking lot to get a better look. It was just one of the many wonderful treats I discovered about Seattle that first year and still do find a delight or two even now.
And one of the delights is that I know for sure and for certain that in 4 short weeks (short, please, godareyoulistening????) this fucking heat will be gone!
Oh and god, if you are really are listening, could you make some kind of horrible evil for those relentlessly insipidly cheery weather people on TV who keep declaring how perfect this weather is?? I'm sure there is a special place in hell waiting for them, but I'm really more interested in giving them some immediate feedback. Thanks.
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Date: 2005-07-31 04:50 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-07-31 05:03 pm (UTC)2) Your weather page is a lying sack of shit. It is 81 degress in here and 85 degrees on my terrace and it's only 10 a.m.
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Date: 2005-07-31 05:11 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-07-31 05:35 pm (UTC)Hey, what about an air mattress on the floor near your air conditioner just til the weather cools? They make the kind with the attached pumps that you can put up easily every night or, if you aren't having guest, just leave inflated!
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Date: 2005-07-31 05:50 pm (UTC)I love marching bands, too. I would like them even better if I could see them from my porch.
When I lived in SF
before anyone but hippies thought it was coolway back when, if it got into the eighties, it was miserable, well I guess it still is.(no subject)
Date: 2005-07-31 06:52 pm (UTC)Amen. If I wanted to live in 80°F + climate, I'd be back in Texas. I'm not, therefore this is not perfect weather.
Now can you imagine the forecast in hell? "Mostly sunny with boiling temperatures in the afternoon. A perfect day to burn!"
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Date: 2005-08-01 03:18 am (UTC)Ps...I actually regard anything over 80f as too damn hot as well.