Thursday, August 28, 2008

August 28, 008

Soggy and seventy like the early entry wing of an old folks home. When the weather begins to remind you of the inside of the chuck taylors you've been wearing sans socks for eight years it really is time to evaluate your geographic placement.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

August 27, 2008

If today was a celebrity it would have been Don Most.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

August 26, 2008

Late summer sun in Michigan is like a candle centerpiece on a wooden picnic table. It's like a folk song. It's like the marriage of a snickerdoodle and oatmeal cookie. It's like a two-tone tan and cream El Dorado. It's like a bag of lays or a can of pringles or a bucket of popcorn or a bowl of pasta - whatever you can't get enough of.

Monday, August 25, 2008

August 25, 2008

It's fifty degrees here in mid-Mich, meaning that I'd have to actually double down on degrees to equal just one day in the Southwest. I'm made about having to wear a cardigan before labor day but I shouldn't judge. They like to keep things moist here in the mitten and there's only one way to do that: lay off the burner for a while.

Sunday, August 24, 2008

August 24, 2008

Travis Bickle used to say that some day a great rain was going to come and wash away all the filth. Last night a great rain came in the mid Michigan country and washed away some pretty filthy heat.

Saturday, August 23, 2008

August 23, 2008

Think of a greasy spoon diner on a Saturday morning, you are sitting by a window and the sun is heating up the side of your face, there’s a ceiling fan kind of close to your seat but the coffee you can’t help but drink is making your forehead sweat. The waitress brings your short stack and you douse it in syrup, you pick up your fork to take a bite and feel the stickiness on the handle of your fork. You mis-poured and now your hand is full of syrup and your forehead is sweaty and you still want pancakes and a napkin won’t do a thing but tear away and live forever in the stickiness. That is what humidity is. Say Yes! To Michigan.

Friday, August 22, 2008

August 22, 2008

The reverse hose-down: The more it rains here the hotter it gets.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

August 20, 2008

Oh I heard it seven times today. "It's so nice out, get outside if you can!" Grocery store clerks, radio announcers, priests, parents, football coaches - all of them aware of the beauty of this rare day. Low seventies with an autumn-preview sun. It is more of a crime to stay inside on one of Michigan's 100 yearly sunny days than it is to throw a pop can in the garbage.

Monday, August 18, 2008

August 15-18, 2008

Here in the Great Lakes State you don't have to sweat in 80 degrees because the air does it for you.

Most people get really sweaty anyway.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

August 14, 2008

Locusts and lightening bugs! The entire day went by with nary a cloud passing. I dare say it was actually 80 and Sunny in Michigan. The difference in aesthetic being in the clouds and the second growth trees. I wish we all wore shoes made of dehumidifiers.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

August 13, 2008

Michigan weather is like a scoop of ice cream. It is never the same consistency twice and it makes you feel guilty if you don’t appreciate it. Wait, that is kind of like a mother. Michigan weather is like a mother. It is never the same consistency twice and will totally understand if you need your space. Wait, that is actually like a cat. Michigan weather is like a cat, it is never satisfied and only craps in the sand.

Ice cream, mothers, and cats: this weather report brought to you by the Chick Lit Association

Friday, August 8, 2008

August 8, 2008

I've crossed three time zones and several climates. I have yet to decide what will become of 80 and Sunny. Maybe it will be a cute nickname for all the lightning bugs outside across the field out here in the Michigan country. Maybe it will be a dream mantra, a sun dance chant. All that I know is that constant sunshiny weather will probably be rare come fall around here. I will have to start a new blog, "Windchill Factor" if I stay north.

Tonight is a chilly sixty and damp, damp like your legs in shorts against a vinyl booth seat that a waitress just cleared off with a wet rag.