It's Andy Fish!

Summer is like that big lumbering cousin you have who doesn’t realize they are big or lumbering. Sometimes they come in gently and spend a few weeks with you and all is good in the world. They occasionally do something unpleasant but overall it’s a good visit.

Other years they come in and they wreck the place– and you are glad to see Cousin Summer get replaced by Uncle Fall. I remember a couple of years ago it was so hot that wine exploded on our wine rack in the Kitchen. No joke– it was quite a mess.

I like warm weather, I even like a good hot day provided there’s a breeze and the humidity and or dew point hover around 50%– then we’ll have a nice visit, but when the air is so thick you can see your hand move through it and I’m changing my clothes three times in a single day– well that’s when Summer and I don’t get along.

My brother, who lives about 200 miles West of Tokyo, would send me a postcard once every summer that would read something like this;

“It is so hot and humid here I think I’m going to kill myself.”

Over the years he acclimated to the weather, he also sprung for an air conditioner and he does his best to be comfortable, so now the postcards are more like;

“Boy it’s hot here, and the humidity is dreadful, I don’t think I’ll kill myself but I’m not sure.”

That’s a lot better.

Here’s hoping this Summer will be a good one.

EDIT: after I wrote this we got SOCKED with the hottest most humid weather we’ve seen in a long time. Not a good way to arrive, Summer.