I cannot tell you how relieved I was when I one day left the house and found that the thermometer showed below, not just 90 F, but 80 F. It might also have shown below 70 F, but the angle of it makes me unsure (let’s face it – I’m as terrible at reading thermometers as I am at reading maps. In general, my reading ability seems to be directed singularly towards words). The point it, the temperatures are falling.
(Note: as a European, of course Fahrenheit makes very little sense to me. I have learned that 90 is “horrid”, 80 is “slightly better” and anything below 70 is approaching “normal summer”. For the sake of this post I will, however, abandon my personal converting system and use a certified converter. Just for your sake.)
Since I arrived in the US, the DC-region has had temperatures ranging in the upper 80s and 90s constantly [85 F = 29 C; 95 F = 35 C]. I wouldn’t be complaining (officially I’m not. Officially I am gloating, since back home it’s been ranging from 50 F [10 C] to 70 F [21 C]…), but since the (to me) unusually high temperatures have been accompanied with equal high humidity... To be frank - it’s been murder. For long days at the beach, it would have been wonderful. For walking in an asphalt jungle, not so much.
The only remedy is trying to cool down. Most effectively, by staying inside (air-condition is a blessing sent from above – possibly the North Pole). If you have to move outside, try to drink endless amounts of cold water (oxymoron right there – how to keep water from boiling when you are?). Other good advice includes using an umbrella to block the sun, bringing extra shifts of clothes, and showering twice a day.
Even though I do all of these things, I’ve still been unbearable hot at times (my determination to walk everywhere isn’t helping). So it felt wonderful when I, for the first time in a month, wondered whether I should bring a sweater. That we, for the first time since I came here, could open the windows for more than a few minutes at the time. And for the first time the humidity was so low that it felt almost like I was breathing air, not steam.
Next post: on barometers (I swear, it’s a joke…)