In case you didn't know, it's been hot in Seattle this summer. For a place that usually averages between 55 and 75 degrees in the summer, this one's been off the charts - literally - with temperatures rising to the upper 80s and lower 90s and just kind of sitting there for the bulk of the summer. We completely skipped our usual June Gloom, which meant we didn't get to joke about how summer starts on July 5. We're used to no rain this time of year; we're not used to all this sweat!
The sunny summer has been a pretty polarizing topic in Seattle, and there seems to be no middle ground: you love it or you hate it. I'm a hater. I hate being too hot, which is basically anything over about 75 degrees unless I'm at the beach. Like as in a swimmable beach. I've got a theory going that people who love this heat must not sweat very much. It's the only explanation. I hate people who bitch about the weather, and this summer has turned me into one of those people. I'm trying to make the most of it, spending as much time outside on my porch as I can and even getting a tan for the first time in several years (through very strong sunblock - skin safety, always). But it's rough.
And here's the other thing. Disregarding how much I hate being hot and sweaty, there's also the part about what this means for the environment, and guess what? It's not good. Because the Pacific Northwest coastline is not supposed to be this hot. We have no snowpack in the mountains, we've got a pretty serious drought and lots of fire, so much fire. It's throwing things off for creatures who live in water, where a few degrees shift can really change the ecosystems. They say it's not global warming, but a huge mass of warm water in the Pacific that's not in its normal spot. That's good, but meanwhile? I'm still sweaty. And over it. And a little worried about my beautiful Northwestern backyard.