(( Under My Umbrella (That I Now Have To Take Out) ))
07 January 08 - 16:15
Ah, Southern California. The tanned supermodels basking in the sweet sun, the relaxing warm air; everyday a day to take out your sunscreen, pull on your tank top, and enjoy the pure radiance from a celestial, SouthCali sun…
I wish.
Southern California may be known for it’s ‘super-sweet’ sun and enough ever-lasting warm weather to send a visiting New Yorker into total and utter bliss from the very thought of our climate, and it’s certainly true; but the truth is… that’s only during the summer.
Winters here, to a warm-blooded native SouthCali mammal like me, are not only cold, cloudy, and rainy; they’re freezing, gloomy, and damp. So, you can just imagine my patience with winter weather. Or shall I say, nonexistent patience with winter weather.
I can barely stand all these weeks of nonstop freezing cold. I know what you’re going to say: At least I don’t live in Nebraska or Wisconsin or some other sub-zero state, but that’s my point: the reason I don’t live in those states is because it’s so cold. I live in Southern California for the warm weather and SOLELY for the warm weather. Hollywood isn’t as glam-and-posh as all it’s made up to be, you know, unless you’ve suddenly been invited to the Golden Globes or Oscars. (And last time I checked my mailbox, I still haven’t received them.)
Hence, you can imagine all my unavoidable groans and complaints when Southern California winters come around. It doesn’t even snow where I live, but it does rain. A lot. For me, that means doing PE in the rain – yes, my school still does PE even when it’s raining. I mean, come on – it’s supposed to be Physical Education. Not Pneumonia Endurance. (But tell that to the school district. And don’t mention my name.)
Maybe I should just get up and move to Greece – somewhere in the Mediterranean. I heard the climate there is always warm. That would suit me just fine.
I saw on the back flap of the book The Year of Secret Assignments, under the author Jaclyn Moriarty’s bio, on where she lived: “She divides her time between Sydney, Australia, and Montreal, Canada, depending on where the summer is.” I’d like to do that too. Except… Canada doesn’t sound very warm. I think I’ll just hop on a plane to Greece instead. Or Florida. Or India.
Or maybe Southern California.
If it’s not raining, of course.
(Image from www.worldwidefred.com)
All right, enough is enough. Your stupid blog is even a peice of work. Do you ever just shut up and TALK? No, JK! You’re a great write. It just gets on my nerves that you are so much BETTER than me.
Now, boo-hoo! Shut up! It only rains 3 times a year here. You don’t see me complaining!
-C. Moore
Claire M. - 12 01 08 - 19:11
i am so with u on that one it is…..did u get published yet??
Elisa () - 23 01 08 - 16:55
You should visit the snow! I is SO MUCH FUN! You don’t live that far from the mountains. Take a drive up there and bring a jacket!
Cosette - 30 01 08 - 16:23
