Okay, so there’s no can-can as far as I can see, but we certainly are having a heat wave. In the news it’s being declared the “longest, strongest heat wave of the summer“, the temperature maps for the area are all screaming red, and everyone looks wilted and a little, um, shall we say, “shiny” as they go about their daily lives melting from one air-conditioned refuge to another.
As I write this, I’m sitting on my balcony and the official weather report says it’s 90 degrees Fahrenheit — but feels like 100 degrees — with 62% humidity. And I love it. I really do. Sure, I’m sweaty and and feel the tiniest bit claustrophobic, but what’s not to love about living in a place where the air around you is such a tangible part of your life? All that muggy softness is like a fluffy damp blanket letting you know that your jasmine plant is about to bloom again.
I realalize that not everyone is going to agree with me, so I’m going to offer some helpful advice to those of you who think that “Scandinavia” and “beach vacation destination” are synonymous: If you want to enjoy the summer in Washington DC, all you have to do is take an extended vacation to a place that has even worse weather! You might, say, spend two-and-a-half weeks running around Vietnam and Cambodia in June, both places where it’s just as hot, probably more humid, and blessed with much less air conditioning. Or you might go to Morocco in July when it’s 120 degrees Fahrenheit. That way, when you come back to the high summer swamp that is our nation’s capital, you’ll be saying, “Pshaw! Is that all you’ve got?”
And now, who wants to sing along with Ella?