Hiding From Dismal Days


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.

Cold Spell Confusion


The local meteorologist  is predicting a cold spell this weekend.  He even used a blue icy-wind graphic to drive home his point.  However, I am confused.

Admittedly, it will be cooler on Saturday.  It just seems a bit dramatic to use the term cold spell and graphics with blue icy-winds.  The coldest day will be in the upper 50’s and it’s still February.

Maybe the meteorologist has a different definition of cold than I do.  What do you think?

Thank a Mail Carrier Day

Today is Thank a Mail Carrier day.  Unfortunately, mail Carriers are often overlooked and taken for granted.

They work in blazing hot summers, bone chilling winters, and even in torrential rains.

Everyday they go to work and find a pile of boxes and letters.  They work their tails off all day, only to find another pile the next day.  It’s a never ending cycle.

It takes a tough and persistent person to be a mail carrier and I appreciate all their hard work.



First Alabama Summer

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.