It’s So Hot



Yesterday it reached 93 degrees in Southern California. It’s been very cool (for here) in the 60s for most of the Winter and early Spring. So what did folks do? Complain.

We’re never happy. It’s always too cold or too hot, depending on where you live and what time of year. I’ll admit I chose to move here because I don’t like the cold, but i really didn’t think it was too hot yesterday.

Is it only us humans that complain because we can, or because we can’t hear the animals. Are the squirrels speaking in their squirrel language. “You know, a little bit more of a warning, a little more gradual change and the shedding would have occurred. And what about my nuts, I have not moved them from the Winter storage to the Summer unit.”

Are the fish complaining in their fish language. “Um, hello, me likes a sauna just like any other bluegill but a little warning and I could have chosen to move to a cooler spot.”

Are the birds complaining in their bird language. “I just flew in from Duluth and boy are my arms tired.”

ED: Sorry, wrong blog excerpt. Correct one to follow.

Are the birds complaining in their bird language. “If the weather would have been more predictable I would have just made the quick jaunt to Duluth instead of Winnipeg. I’m soaked.”

I think not. Because they adapt. They just groove with nature. Nope, it’s only us that are unsatisfied and stinky and sweaty. We don’t think about having water and cool foods instead of McDonald’s. Maybe it’s because it makes us feel connected-when we say it’s so hot we’re guaranteed to get some one to agree.

Scenes From A Train

I haven’t been on the train in quite a while and what a day to pick. The temps are in the 90s which means a lot of skin that you might not want to see (girl, seriously, a tank top) and the wonderful smell of heat and sweat.

Southern Californians are a weird bunch. When I first moved here it was in October and in the 80s. And people were wearing fleece?! Of course I was fresh from Chicago so I wore shorts for the first six months. But here, just on the walk to the train I saw the gamut of folks wearing shorts and T-shirts ( and some looked real good ) to others wearing sweaters and jean jackets. It’s 93 degrees according to my iPhone. But often here it’s about fashion, it is after all LA.

But no, as I look around me this is not fashion. Is it laziness? Because after all it’s only 90 for a few hours on a Spring day like today, so did they start out early and won’t return to late, so they dressed for the spectrum of temperature? Are they hiding things under those coats, or maybe they just need the pockets to carry all manner of essential articles? No, most have backpacks and purses too.

So what is it? If you’re born here or have lived here for 20 years, is your blood so thin that 90 degrees is not hot? No one looks homeless to substantiate that being all they own on their backs. There must be something deeper.

Wait, I got it! They’re protesting global warming. They will not accept 90 degrees while it’s snowing in Minnesota. This is a movement, a stand. These brave souls are sacrificing their comfort to show their feelings, to show that they’ve had it. That corporate America and the companies that pollute the air have gone too far. And it will not be tolerated.

Oh wait. The guy with the most clothes on just pulled a burrito out of his pocket, ate it and threw the wrapper on the floor. My theory is kaput.