The Weather

Okay, let’s discuss the weather here.  Yes, it is cooler than Oklahoma, but, at times it doesn’t seem like it.  The temperature can be 57 degrees and the sun shining, and it will feel like 80 or 90 degrees, with sweat running down your back like a river.  Lovely thought I know.  Or, it can be 57 degrees with gray skies, and you feel as if you are going to freeze to death.  For the past week I have not been able to get warm.  I wake up in the mornings get out of bed and start to shiver.  Chad told me that it was warmer outside and to go out and I would get warm.  It didn’t happen.  I was beginning to think that I would never get warm again, until I went for a run.  After that I was good to go.  Jessica says if I want to stay warm I need to run more.  Cody says just to bundle up.

It hasn’t rained much here.  I think three days total and it was more of a heavy misting and ended before lunch.  Because of this there is a burn ban.  I look out the window and all I see is green… green grass, green trees, ocean green houses (it’s a thing here).  My point is it’s green, but there is a burn ban.  If it hasn’t rained in...like, two weeks, up goes the burn ban.  All of Oklahoma would be dancing a Jig if it was this green there.

The community that we live in has two pools, two sets of tennis courts (four total), and a “golf course”.  The golf course has maybe nine holes.  Anyway, the first week we moved in the kids kept bugging me to go swimming.  I told them it was too cold and they would freeze.  We then heard from multiple people that the pools were heated.  I thought, “Great!  Now we can go and not freeze!”  We walk down to the pool, where by the way, the “lifeguard” was wearing sweats, a hoodie, and converse tennis shoes.  I knew then we were in trouble, for a couple of reasons.  One, it concerns me that the person there to save my child, if something should go wrong, is going to have to strip down before she can jump in to save him or her.  And, Two, the clothing should tell you a little about the temperature that day.  I tried to warn the kids, but hey wouldn’t be deterred in their quest to swim in the heated pool.  Obviously Washington’s definition of heated and our definition of heated are not the same.  In jumped the kids and out they came yelling.  They made such a fuss about how cold the pool was that the “lifeguard” went to check the temperature.   And snidely commented that it was 81 degrees in the pool and should be warm.  And, 81 degrees does sound warm, unfortunately, it is not.  Jess lasted about five more minutes and came out shivering and with blue lips.  The other two lasted a little while longer then decided they were done too.  Cody had enough sense to stay home.

Next time I will have to tell you about the wildlife.