I
worked in the gardens for three hours yesterday. Besides picking up the debris
from the massive winds, I cut the grass and trimmed the huge Burmese Trumpet
Vine. I took the garden back from the destructive forces of nature.
We
are fortunate to live in the only area of the country with a Mediterranean-type
climate. It doesn't get too hot. It doesn't get too cold. It is perfect for my
lungs as heat really reduces the function. When it is warmer than normal, it
usually lasts three days before the fog arrives to cool us all down.
It
is hot here on the coast right now. It is 85 degrees hot. I am miserable.
Houses in our entire region do not have air conditioning. No need. Once or
twice a year we have a few days of hot weather but when in the middle of it, I dream
of cool air. It was difficult to sleep last night. We both tossed and
turned.
And
since we live so close to the ocean, we experience a massive influx of
tourists. It is impossible to get into town over the pass in under 90-minutes
for a 10-minute drive. Traffic on Highway 1 heading into town is stopped.
Thousands arrive, and then later in the day, thousands leave.
Michael
needs to drive over the pass this morning. Easy. It is the coming home that
will be a challenge. I am planning to run into town for groceries as soon as he
leaves then hunker down the rest of the day. My plan is to read a bit on the
swing, water and rest. It is supposed to be hotter today.
Fog
is forecasted for Tuesday.
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