It’s getting to the point that Seattle doesn’t really know what to do with itself. Even the year-round shorts-and-t-shirt look isn’t working. Walking around in a bathing suit is hot, too. Scratch that. Walking around is hot, period. I can actually feel it getting warmer as I climb the stairs from the basement to the second floor; by the time I get to the top I’m sweating. I actually slept in the basement for a week or so earlier this month, instead of in my top floor bedroom.
We’ve tried staying inside, out of the sun, but it’s hardly any cooler. And air conditioning? What’s that? No one has that around here, it’s not hot enough– we thought. Eating ice cream is only temporary relief. And I don’t even think it really makes you any cooler, it just distracts from the heat for a few minutes. We’ve flocked to the lakes, but a lot of them are pretty gross. So to the ocean it is! Finally, relief! But you can only stay in for about five minutes (maybe ten if you’re really hard-core) before your legs are numb and you are at risk of hypothermia. And once you get out your body temperature shoots back up and you’re hot again in eight minutes.
So we are stuck in the humid, hot and heavy air of Seattle, and there’s no escape. How hot, you ask? Currently it’s 93 degrees at six o’clock at night. Now, all you southern dwellers are probably laughing at us right now, but there’s a saying that goes pretty much like this: “You know you’re a Seattlite when 90 degrees is miserably hot, and 30 degrees is unbelievably cold.” Let’s just say we’re temperate people, ok?
Anyway, back to trying to stay cool: Despite it not really working, I’ve joined the crowds at the lakes (the less gross one) and beach this weekend. I wanted to share a few pictures of the picturesque waters: