You see, over the years I've lived here in the Valley of the Sun, it's been my experience that September 27 on average has marked the last day of triple-digit temperatures. It also usually marks the first date on which the end of the day temperature gets cool enough that I have to put a shirt on when going for an evening walk, so no more t*pless walks after that date.
(That wasn't a typo. I just didn't want to have to bite my nails speculating on what sort of visitors the search engines would have started to bring me if I hadn't slightly censored that last sentence).
Be that as it may, it looks like this year is going to be different. The triple digits are predicted to hang around at least through this coming weekend - yes - into October!!!!
I LOVE the heat. How much do I love the heat? So much that if I did actually believe in "Gore-bal Warming," I'd make a point of driving extra miles in my car AND deliberately spraying aerosol cans directly into the atmosphere to help things along even further! Even my wife calls me the "Heat Miser" - after the character from the old Christmas special.
Most people around here (the ones that think I'm insane for enjoying the heat as much as I do) are groaning to hear that. But they don't understand. Before relocating to the Grand Canyon State, I threw away the first 40 years of my life freezing in Michigan (the Frigid Mitten State). Yep, in third place behind only Alaska and possibly Minnesota on the Icicle Misery Index. The place where unless you're an ice skater or a skier, the only decent months of the year are June, July and the first half of August - and the first half of August is questionable and you STILL get rain or at least clouds at least a third of the time in June and July. The place where if your plans in any way depend on the weather, you are never safe making them more than an hour in advance.
Coming from a background like that, what I'm doing now is making up for lost time. I wouldn't mind a bit if I never saw a flake of snow, or a daily low below 70, or a daily high under 100, again for as long as I live. You don't have to shovel heat. And it's great to be able to just get dressed for a morning run or just about any other outdoor activity without having to check the weather forecast or even look out the window - because you KNOW it's going to be a clear, wonderful day. And even on Monday you KNOW you can look forward to a great weekend with next-to-nil chance of crappy weather ruining things.
Except during the so-called "monsoon" season. But that's a topic I'll save for next July. Meanwhile, I'm celebrating.
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