Being that I get extremely whiny when the thermometer rises above the mid-eighties, why, you may ask, are we doing this?
My answer: Heck if I know.
We should, by all that is logical and sane in the universe, be moving to the coast or possibly Canada, where temperatures stay humanely moderate ...... (well maybe not Canadian winters) and where I would not be checking the forecast first thing each morning in hopes that it has improved since I checked it last thing the night before. (Who's obsessing?)
In an effort of due diligence, I carefully watched and compared the weather in western Oregon where I have lived since the Beginning of Time, to central Oregon where we will be moving ..... and during the summer of 2016, it was often hotter where you'd THINK it would be cooler. Yes, western Oregon, known as "the valley", also known for rain, greenery, and general lushness, had crazy hot days with higher-than-should-be-allowed humidity. And in central Oregon, AKA actual desert ..... it was, of course, drier and .... get this .... not as hot. Weird, that.
This summer (and taking into account our previous winter of non-stop ice storms) western Oregon weather has completely lost its mind. Two weeks running with temps nearing and sometimes souring past 100. Locals USED to say you really didn't need AC since it only got hot a few days each year.
Yeah, right. Not lately!
In central Oregon, generally it's been the same or slightly less (it never topped 100) AND with low humidity.
So all in all, if I can't move to the coast or to Canada, I might as well move to the desert. Besides, Husband likes it here and I like him.
Needless to say, it's taking some getting used to. I've joined a community Facebook group here and have learned that wild fires and "What kind of bug is THIS??" are daily topics. (Husband announced that he saw his first scorpion yesterday on our property. Google is now trying to reassure me that Oregon scorpions are of the more friendly variety since they are not deadly. Somewhat like a bee sting ....... Uh-huh.)
One of the perks of our new stomping grounds is our local community pool, which is part of our HOA, and therefore we feel compelled to use .... frequently. There's a lot one can say about having the use of a pool that one does not have to maintain. Much like living at a resort. (We don't mind this at all. )
|Us and some of our spectacular progeny during our recent family reunion.|
Update on the House-To-Be project: Excavation! A flat spot is emerging from the copious dirt, ridiculous dust(!), and rocks, upon which (someday we hope) there'll be a cool, well-insulated, shaded, three bedroom oasis ..... sans scorpions.
But don't hold your breath. As my sister says, the three consistencies of life are: death, taxes, and construction delays.