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Reset Forty-One, Day Sixteen
Jun. 9th, 2022 05:40 amI got orange juice and a few other items Wednesday, and should be set for a couple of weeks or so. No donuts, as they don't have those at Trader Joe's, so I'll soon be eating cookies for breakfast, but I'm not as hungry in really hot weather anyway. And heat is what we'll be getting. The number of triple digit highs predicted is back up to three, starting with a 100 today, 104 predicted for Friday and 101 Saturday. Rather distressingly, there could be thunderstorms Sunday, although it will cool off to a balmy (not!) 84 degrees.
Thunderstorms this time of year are not welcome, despite the need for rain. In 2008, thunderstorms came through one day in June and started over 1000 fires in the region, some of which burned well into autumn. One of them gradually burned along the Feather River canyon across from the east side of Paradise and led to the partial evacuation of the town in (I think) August. We (my parents were still living at the time) had to spend three days in hot, smoky Chico that year, and wrangling two nonagenarians, one of them on oxygen and using a wheelchair and one unable to get around without a walker, was not a delightful summertime activity.
Anyway, the potential of havoc wrought by lightning is worrisome, even though the mini-metropolis is somewhat less likely to be incinerated than Paradise was. I'd rather not have to move under such circumstances again, especially during a not-actually-over pandemic, and in a sweltery summer at that. I have way less energy than I had three and a half years ago.
And right now I'm still awake way past my bedtime. Too much excitement. After all, it's not every day I get a fresh bottle orange juice.
Thunderstorms this time of year are not welcome, despite the need for rain. In 2008, thunderstorms came through one day in June and started over 1000 fires in the region, some of which burned well into autumn. One of them gradually burned along the Feather River canyon across from the east side of Paradise and led to the partial evacuation of the town in (I think) August. We (my parents were still living at the time) had to spend three days in hot, smoky Chico that year, and wrangling two nonagenarians, one of them on oxygen and using a wheelchair and one unable to get around without a walker, was not a delightful summertime activity.
Anyway, the potential of havoc wrought by lightning is worrisome, even though the mini-metropolis is somewhat less likely to be incinerated than Paradise was. I'd rather not have to move under such circumstances again, especially during a not-actually-over pandemic, and in a sweltery summer at that. I have way less energy than I had three and a half years ago.
And right now I'm still awake way past my bedtime. Too much excitement. After all, it's not every day I get a fresh bottle orange juice.
