My town set an all-time record for hot temperatures today. I wandered over to my parents' house to check out their faithful frog thermometer (they've had it my entire life, and it's still accurate). This is how hot it was at 7:30 pm tonight:
It got up to 107 degrees today. ONE HUNDRED AND SEVEN. (That would be 42 degrees Celsius for my Canadian friends, which doesn't really sound that hot but certainly must be.) One hundred and seven...that's just crazy hot. We're going on day three of hundred-plus temperatures, although my household is surviving it fairly comfortably because of our blessed AC. I can't tell you how thankful I am for the AC that's been blasting all day and night. Yes, all night. Last night it didn't get any cooler than 70 degrees outside, which is too warm for us to sleep comfortably. I'm spoiled and I know it.
Considering that probably 80% of the PacNW population doesn't have AC, it's brutally hot for almost everyone. We visited Jason's grandma in Eugene yesterday, and it was over 80 in her house. Thankfully, she has an AC unit in her bedroom, so she's safe from overheating.
On the upside, I suppose we're acclimating a little bit to what the weather will be like when we're in Florida next week. Florida in August sounds so not fun, but turns out, the end of July in Oregon-- er...Washington--isn't any fun either. I guess we're even.
I feel like I have lots to write about, but after spending the day at the creek--the only outdoor activity that's safe and fun--I'm just plum tuckered out.
It won't be too late to post summer pictures in September, will it? I hope not.