2 posts tagged “weather”
It is finally, finally, no longer summer in San Diego.
I hesitate to use the words "fall" or "autumn," and I would undoubtedly cause the Apocalypse if I dared breathe the word "winter" in conjunction with the phrase "San Diego" at this point. However, I can say without a doubt that we have entered into what I like to call, "late summer," which will eventually bleed into what is known as "very late summer," the shortest season in San Diego weather patterns.
Late summer is characterized by very cold (late forties, low fifties, Fahrenheit) mornings and moderately cool afternoons (early-to-mid fifties). Nights can get downright chilly, dipping occasionally into the mid-forties and prompting Californians to pile on the blankets and huddle in front of fake fireplaces, fearing hypothermia.
I may even wear pants to bed tonight. (And lest you get any pervy ideas, I usually wear shorts to bed, okay?)
But a friend told me today that a Santa Ana wind is predicted to blow in this Friday, meaning we will lapse back into summer for a few days. *ANGRY, ANIMALISTIC, GROWLY NOISES.*
This will make me sound whiny and ungrateful but I do not care.
I am simply sick to death of this sunny, warm weather!!!
Fucking hell, is it really too much to ask to be able to walk outside with a light jacket on? I am sitting here defiantly wearing a long-sleeved shirt and I feel like I have a fever. My fan is on full blast and my window is wide open.
Southern California really loses at the weather game.
This was the hottest summer in something like a bajillion years, and it seems like it's just not going to end. Here we are in the middle of November --November!-- and it's still too hot to wear a jacket after eight a.m., when the marine layer burns off.
It's funny how Southern Californians like to pretend we have seasons, though. Me with my long-sleeved shirt and flip-flops. Girls at school with short-shorts and scarves, or miniskirts and Ugg boots (officially the worst fashion mishap of the twenty-first century). We try so hard to imagine that it's actually fall, and not just summer minus two or three degrees.
