We Don’t Have Weather Down Here, We Have Climate
If you can remember way back in February, dear readers, you might recall I had some, well, happy posts about our warm sunny weather. If you need your memory jogged, if you’re in the northern hemisphere you were probably barricaded in your house looking out at several feet of snow and enduring cripplingly cold temperatures. Remember that? Well I knew the worm would turn eventually, and it has.
Who The Heck Has Fall in May?
While we still have some sunny and warm days, they are very much the exception now, and cause people to flock outside to the parks and beach like Seattle residents any time they get a sunny day. Chilly, foggy and gray is our climate now, with little variation. The only suspense is whether the fog will lift. Ever.
All is not lost however. Later this month the rains, if they come, should start. And it’s supposed to be a strong El Niño year, which could mean they never stop and we have massive street flooding and landslides. So there’s that.
And for trying to plan for the day, don’t even get me started on weather reports. Granted we don’t have TV here, but we’ve tried without success to find local sites with local weather reports. So we’re reduced to using The Weather Channel, Accuweather, and Weather Underground.
They all suck. They have no clue what’s going on down here. They’ll tell you it’s sunny and 75 (well, 24 in local terms) while you’re looking out the window at fog so heavy the streets are wet and you KNOW it can’t be over 60 (well, about 16 in local terms). We’re pretty sure they just take what happened yesterday, repeat it for three days, then claim it’s going to warm up a little in 5-7 days. Rinse and repeat, no matter how often you’re wrong.
So we look out the window in the morning, and if it’s foggy we assume it will stay foggy, and if it’s sunny we assume it will get foggy. Seems to work, and the worst that happens is we’re dressed a little to warm in the afternoon.
Oh, and they don’t have heat in the apartments down here. According to Isabel Allende, and who am I to argue with her, it’s because the use of heating or air conditioning would mean admitting that the climate isn’t perfect, which Chileans are loath to do. So we bought a little room heater, which are readily available for those willing to give in to reality. It helps … while it’s on. As soon as you turn it off, the room reverts immediately to its previous temperature.
Cecile bought a blanket and cut a hole in the center and wears it around the apartment, I live in my sweater and put my thick wool socks over my regular socks and Joel … well Joel, in the great tradition of children everywhere, doesn’t seem to be bothered, except in the mornings when he wants to grab the heater from our room. And his room is the coldest in the apartment by far. Ah youth.