No, I'm not talking about south Mississippi. Though today we're enjoying cool breezes along with our 93 F (feels like 107 F) with 57% humidity. So, it actually feels relatively nice today considering the other days so far, and the one's we'll likely hit soon. Our weather here is gross. That photo up there is from last year this month. Everyone was red and sweaty faced with their hair plastered to their skulls. This is what everyone looks like in the deep south in the middle of summer. These are our heatwaves that are, in fact, normal. Heat indexes between 100 and 110 degrees fahrenheit with 50 - 90% humidity... and no cooling breezes. Which is why I said today was relatively nice. No, I'm talking about this heatwave that is currently effecting the UK. I'm not good with celsius, but I do try; but I did go plug in those numbers. They're seeing temperatures between 60 (that's the 16 C) all the way to almost 88 (that's the 31 C). I realize that this is most certainly a heatwave for them, but 88 degrees? I can only dream of 88 degrees right now... and I'm not doing a very good job about it. Stuck in the sticky weather that I'm in, it's hard to even imagine what 88 degrees feels like. It's hard to remember that we just had glorious snow this past December, something that we rarely ever see (and when we do it's like a half inch at best). We received a lot of snow this past December, almost five inches of it. This was me trudging around our yard, the happiest you'll ever see me, because it was soooo cold and soooo beautiful. Except, I can't remember what cold snow feels like exactly. My brain is too muddled with damp, sticky heat. And it saddens me. I want the above picture to be my current reality, instead of knowing that tomorrow and the next day and the day after that, and on well into October that it will pretty much be a constant of this really gross, oppressive heat.
But the UK's heatwave reminds me a few years ago of seeing the headlines of Germany's own heatwave topping out at a glorious (to me) 84 degrees. Yes, temperatures in the eighties are too warm for me, but I'd take those temperatures over what I've got going on now. But, for ideal weather I'd be as happy as a clam in that 60's weather they've got going on up in Scotland and Ireland. Which also reminds me of a photo from a friend that I saw, I believe last year this time. She's Scottish and volunteers up in the highlands. It was the middle or end of July and she's posting about how she's drinking some fab hot cocoa because it's so cold. I just couldn't wrap my head around it. At all. I mean, I know that the UK is about a million miles north of me, so the entirety of it is going to be much cooler than where I am. And if you're in the highlands, up in the mountains, like she was, it'll be even colder than their already very cool summer weather. But, sitting outside to have my cigarette on an abysmally sweltering day, where it was hard to breath from all the humidity and I was just puddling in my own sweat and melting from the heat, the last thing on my mind would be to enjoy a nice piping hot cuppa cocoa. I couldn't remember being so cold that I'd want that warming feeling between my hands and sliding down my throat to my gullet. All I could think about was sitting naked in a vat of ice and shoving ice into me. It was so hot, I wanted ice to melt into my eyeballs, y'all. I wanted to open my skull and dump some ice in there as well! So, of course that picture of hot cocoa threw me for a complete loop and what would have been a welcoming and cozy photo during other parts of the year, made me want to shove that photo away and shove more ice into myself. So, now I'm dreaming up ways to smuggle myself into the UK, because it that's their heatwave then me and their weather are going to get along swimmingly!
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