The weather has been dismal for a few days now.
The sky is a dull grey color, which strangely resembles cigarette ashes.
There is daylight, but there is no sun to be seen.
The rain and the heat mixes to create an oppressive humidity in the air.
I look out the window, but my view is distorted by raindrops.
My mood is impacted by the dismal day.
My emotional state is gloomy.
I have weather induced doldrums.
I want to hibernate until the sun returns.
If anyone needs me, I will be hiding under the covers.
The winters in Alabama are mild. We have a lot of warm to cool days and a few days that are actually cold. Here is our forecast for the week.
For some reason, checking the weather forecast this week got me thinking about my first summer in Alabama.
I spent my childhood in Germany. The summers there were mild and it rarely hit 80 degrees. We didn’t have air conditioning in our house, because we didn’t need it.
In 1987, I was 13 and my family moved to Alabama. It was summer time when we made the move. I remember that day very well. We left Frankfort wearing coats, because summer was just getting started and it was still cold.
Our plane landed in Charleston, South Carolina. The temperature was over 100 degrees and the humidity was in the 90 percentile. We drove to our new home in Alabama, which is even further south.
I thought I would die that summer. Never in my whole life had I expressed such oppressive heat.
As soon as I walked outside, I would begin sweating and it felt hard to breath. It was like trying to breath steam. I remember just trying to take a short walk one day, but it was impossible. I felt like I was about to faint. My stomach was also affected by the heat and I was nauseous a lot that summer.
Since 1987, I have lived in Alabama and Texas (expect for a brief six month stay in Moscow, Russia in 1997). Anyway, I have adapted to the weather in Alabama. The summers are still hot. It routinely gets over 100 degrees and the humidity is always in the 90 percent range. It’s hot, but it doesn’t feel like I am about to die.
Thank goodness, because after that first summer I really thought I would have to spend the rest of my life indoors.
I checked the weather forecast for next week and I think it is time to hold a sit-in protest against Mother Nature. I am going to sit in my air conditioned house, until Mother Nature stops blasting us with heat waves.
Earlier this week, I wrote a blog post about our washing machine breaking and about our shopping experience.
Our new washing machine was delivered Monday afternoon and our dryer died Monday night. Tuesday I went to Lowe’s and purchased a new dryer.
This morning we wake up and the house feels like a sauna. The air conditioning unit is turned on, but it isn’t doing anything. I am not sure if the unit is completely dead or if the repair man can revive it. We are still waiting on the verdict.
In one week our washing machine died, our dryer died, and our AC unit is in critical condition.
Murphy decided to visit my family and smack us in the head with a giant bat.