I probably spend waaaay too much of my already-excessive internet usage looking at the weather. Aside from email, my most-often-visited bookmark is not Google, or Facebook, or even Ravelry, but weather.gov. It’s an illness, I’m sure.
In February, which somehow manages to be the longest, darkest, coldest, most miserable month for having the fewest calendar days, we had a lovely 14″ of snow. We got 20.6″ of the white stuff in March. Both months were almost 50% above average precipitation. I vaguely remember wishing for less snow.
In April, we got our wish: no snow. Instead we got rain. Lots and lots and lots of rain. It rained 20 out of 30 days in April. We had 6.87″ of it, practically 3.5″ over average. In May there was even more: 8.32″, more than twice the normal amount.
By June everyone was either bailing out their basements, drunk or moving to another climate. But finally, the rain stopped. We ended up with just 2″ of rain that month, and only 6 days with any noticeable precipitation. However, it was cool-ish. I didn’t mind, but some foolhardy folks got greedy and wanted it to be summer or something. They must have practiced some seriously powerful weather voodoo, because we got summer. We got it’s-the-equator-of-the-sun summer. We got the kind of summer that is antithesis to our Ohio winters, the hole-up-and-hide-in-the-house kind. Because it’s now been like two weeks with temperatures in the upper 90s, more than 15 degrees above average. And now we have a drought.
JULY 23 MAXIMUM: 90
JULY 22 MAXIMUM 98
JULY 21 MAXIMUM 97
JULY 20 MAXIMUM 93
JULY 19 MAXIMUM 89
JULY 18 MAXIMUM 91
JULY 17 MAXIMUM 89
JULY 16 MAXIMUM 87
And I am rather disappointed with these statistics because they don’t take into account the oppressive humidity and thus the heat index, which yesterday was 102 degrees F.
I promise to never complain about snow
again until next February.