Monday, June 18, 2012
Taking Stock on the Rain Coast
I just popped over to the Weather Network web site for the 14-day outlook. That takes us into the first days of July. Fourteen days, eleven of them supposed to be rainy. Just three days with no rain, two of them supposed to be overcast, the other partly sunny.
Their graph has this bar that marks the seasonal average high temperature. At this time of the year that's supposed to be around 21C. I've been studying that closely for weeks now waiting for that magical day when the forecast high will kiss, maybe even break through what's supposed to be the average high. Not even close except for one day, maybe two. Looks like I'll just have to keep waiting until later in July.
My brother is coming to visit from Ontario in early July. I called him the other day after consulting the Weather Network's chart for his hometown. I told him how remarkable it was that our forecast high temperatures very closely paralleled his region's daily lows and suggested he be sure to pack a sweater and a jacket for his visit.
We had a family and friends get together on Saturday and the conversation inevitably turned to our absentee summer and how, last year, summer weather didn't arrive until well into August. The consensus seemed to be we were heading for a repeat of 2011. It was pretty gloomy until we began talking about what's going on everywhere else in the world. Rather abruptly the conversation shifted to everything we don't get.
We don't get megadroughts. We don't get floods either. We don't get cyclical floods and droughts. We don't get extreme heat waves nor do we endure extreme cold snaps. We don't get smog warnings either. We don't need much heating in the winter and we don't need air conditioning in the summer. None of my neighbours has central air or even one of those window air conditioners. When, if, summer shows up, we'll just open our windows in late afternoon and let the nearby ocean work its magic.
Before the conversation moved on to sports or politics or cooking or whatever we had one of those moments where everyone agrees on something. We all nodded in agreement that, for all of the dreariness, we really have it made.