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Cabin Fever Comes to a Close! Bad weather ending soon?

I stepped outside this morning and...continued on outside, with a smile! I didn't shudder, moan and wish myself back indoors. I didn't complain or kvetch. I said, "Holy sheeeeeee shaaaawwwww! It's a nice day!"

We went outdoors. We walked. We played. Outside.

And we enjoyed ourselves in nice weather.

I doubt the icky weather is completely finished with us. But this has renewed my optimism and enthusiasm, this brief glimpse into possible good weather.

I hadn't realized how down we'd all gotten, how sluggish and lazy-feeling, how the case of the Cabin Fever Shut-Ins had been knocking us low. How much we'd been avoiding the outdoors.

But now, the good weather cometh! We can leave the cabin!

I can't wait for November and December, January and then of course the best month: March. The last really good month before the Icky Weather re-descends.

Woo hoo!

ETA: "Icky" to me means melt-your-eyeballs-hot, which is the weather here from June through August, "bad" to me means "just not pleasant to be outdoors" which is the weather here on months surrounding those. "Good" means anything below 85F and above 10F. In short, I hate hate hate hate hate heat. Which, I know, begs the question of why I live where I do. You know, someplace ALWAYS hot and which I am highly allergic to. Don't worry. I've got a penny jar going, saving and plotting my escape.

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Comments

Debbie said…
you must be arriving in summer weather? are you south of the equator?

Aussie?

(I obviously haven't been around much, if I'm asking these sorts of questions. but I'm super-curious!)

and, yay! on the renewed ability to venture outdoors, wherever you may be. :)
Julie Pippert said…
I live in the wonderful, wonderful world of the far south Gulf Coast US.

That's right! Hurricane Alley! If you archive back to hmm September? of last year you can see a few photos of our evacuation and a few photos in hmm October? of what we found when we returned. I'm sure I have ample posts bitching and moaning about heat too. But you probably just want to take my word on that LOL. The griping is my third favorite thing to do since movng here LOL.

So now I think of summer as Very Bad Weather Indeed. I start getting morose in mid-April.

I find it unbearable to be outside for any length of time between May and October. It is usually in the upper 90s with humidity at about 230% meaning a heat index somewhere in the "your eyeballs melt" hot zone.

I herald winter's arrival (you know "winter" where the average low is about 68) as YAHOO Good Weather!

It's funny, I never even thought it might make me seem like I'm on the other side of the equator.

So to clarify: I'm not. Just a different climate zone. :)
Julie Pippert said…
I just read back through and am LMAO...to me "icky" is so clearly "hot" and "good" is so clearly "cool." I might need to edit the post. I was all high on happy and cool when I wrote it. LOL
kaliroz said…
You now, the only bad thing about the arrival of cooler weather is that it coincides with the arrival of allergy season.

I'm such an enormous mess each and every morning. But at least I'm not sweating to death.

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