I don’t know if I’ve ever told you this, but you rock. Not in an earthquake kind of way, but in a good way.
After all, I’m so grateful you didn’t cave to peer pressure and send to Southern California that ridiculously, bitter cold weather that the rest of the country has succumbed to lately. What is it they call it? Oh yeah, Polar Vortex, which I assume is supposed to scare the bejezus out of you, like calling LA freeway closures, “Carmageddon.” Even Florida got in on the arctic act and that’s a state that tends to go rogue in every election.
I’m glad you had the sense and the coolness (pardon the pun) to rise above it, and thank you very much for the mild temps we’ve been having. It’s been most agreeable, and just one of the reasons those of us who live here, love you.
The sunny, clear skies are a nice touch, by the way, and a great way to start a new year. Makes up for nights when we’ve dipped into the 40s, not that I’m complaining, mind you. I like how you give us just enough brisk weather to make us want to turn on our gas fireplaces and pretend we live in a wintry climate.
Heck, most of us consider 60 degrees another way of saying “just above freezing.” But we like it all the same, because it’s the one time of year we can don our sweaters and bring out the warm apparel. In other words, scarves, Ugg boots and shorts. Thankfully, you never make it so cold we get frostbite. Much appreciated.
Yes, from the moment I arrived here from the east coast, two decades ago, I knew I was going to like you. I didn’t complain once about the water drought (though it would be nice if you could work on bringing us some much-needed rain). Being below normal rain levels does put a strain on things, I’m loathe to say.
But thanks to your savvy know-how, rarely does San Diego get inclement conditions. I mean, when you live here, who has to listen to the weather report, anyway? Not I, my fair-weather friend, for I can tell you what’s in store for tomorrow without checking any reports: sunshine and a delightfully gorgeous.
By the way, about the earthquakes, not that I’m complaining, but can you please check on those plates and any seismic shift activity? I’d just as soon not experience the “Big One,” if that’s okay with you. Ditto for wildfires and mudslides, which are a bit over the top if you ask me. I mean, why not add to the mix, pestilence, floods and the taking of the first born?
Okay, okay. I apologize. That was a low blow. You really are swell when it comes to states. After all, you’ve given us George Clooney and Steve Martin.
I’ve always had a secret thing for Steve and his silvery hair, ya know? Kind of hoped you’d have found a way to introduce us by now, but what the heck. You can’t be perfect all the time. I mean, you did give us ex-Mayor Bob Filner, Octomom and Phil Spector.
Anyway California, I really do like you. I know I could do worse. Like Florida. They’ve got humidity, hurricanes and alligators. Not to mention a whole bunch of ex-New Yorkers, like Carl. (Just kidding, Carl!)
But you’ve got dry, temperate weather. Thanks again for that. Of course, the downside is I have to keep my legs shaven all year round. But honestly, who’s complaining? A small price to pay for not having to shovel snow and scrape ice off the car.
So why are we still talking? Let’s go catch some rays. After all, the sun is shining and the thermometer is pushing 80 today.
Surf’s up, baby!