BrockLi Soup

Autumn has always been my favorite season, but spring is a close second, especially when spring feels like this. I couldn’t ask for a nicer evening, unless I was really really greedy. It’s a perfect 78 degrees with 19% humidity here in lovely Arlington, VA, and I’m taking advantage of it while I can, because we all know that in a few short weeks, it’s going to be 88 degrees with 90% humidity.

But let’s not dwell on that. Right now, I’m sitting outside, enjoying a Flying Dog, and inexplicably, a bunch of maple tree whirlygigs just went spinning past my ninth-floor balcony. I can’t complain.

UPDATE: Wait, do maple trees have whirlygigs? We had a ton of them in my front yard when I was growing up, but now that I think about it, they may have come from the other tree.

Waking up in my apartment this morning was very much like living in the RIT dorms in late spring or early fall: it’s 80 degrees in my room, the air conditioning is useless, and all I can do is throw open the windows (and here, my balcony door) and sit really still, waiting for a cool breeze. When I look outside, there are people in shorts and t-shirts playing soccer out in the quad (er, the building’s courtyard).

I know they say that Global Warming only causes small temperature changes over several years, and that this unusual heat is all thanks to El Niño, but if this is an indication of what’s to come, I’m moving to Canada. I’m also wondering if our summer will also be abnormally warm, in which case I won’t be leaving my apartment between April and October.

But we’ll worry about that then. For now, I need to find some shorts so BP, Klem and I can go do whatever it is we’re going to do today.

It’s weird to hear weed whackers and smell fresh-cut grass in January.

It’s official - we moved on the hottest day since I’ve been down here.

I’m surprised how much I’ve already gotten used to being in a warmer area (well, SLIGHTLY warmer - we’re not talking Aruba). A few weeks ago, Jym and I were going out to get boxes for the move. We both got halfway out the door before deciding a hoodie was in order. When we got in his car it told us the outdoor temperature: 68F. That’s beach weather in Rochester.

I can remember checking the weather on days when it got above 85F last summer and thinking, “damn, it’s hot.” Now, that’s just sort of a warm afternoon. On the other hand, we haven’t gotten the humidity here yet, so my tune may soon change.

E: It’s snowing! M: Yeah, that’s pollen.

Matt: so my boss called me at 11pm tonight. Matt: i guess it is supposed to snow tomorrow. he told me to bring an extra pair of clothes cuz it is supposed to snow tomorrow, and they will just put us up in the hotel next door if it snows.

These silly Virginians don’t know how to handle weather.

You can get a rough estimate of humidity based on water condensation on the plumbing above a urinal.

Apparently today is the first time in 12 days it’s rained. That really has to be a Rochester precipitory record.

(Also, “precipitory” is a word now.)

I almost don’t want to say anything and fuck it up, but this has been a beautiful week in Rochester. It hasn’t been too warm out, but it’s been sunny every day. I’m just worried that we’re going to use it up before summer even gets here.