It's been a funny couple of days in Portland, so I thought I'd let everybody know I am alive and doing pretty well. Of course, I am writing this at 10:26 p.m, and it's 88 degrees inside my house, so things could be better. Still, I've had two emails and a call from out-of-towners checking in on me, so here's an update.
Oh, and yesterday a man fell to his death from a 240-foot waterfall just outside town, and two friends called to see if it was me! Not sure what to make of that.
So I'm not dead, and I'm not in heat stroke.
Yesterday we got up to something like 105 here. I mean, I start bitching at about 88 degrees, and anything over 95 is mind-numbing. So, really, 101, 103, 105, whatever. Today I hear it was 106, one degree off the record, with the reason being a wind that picked up in the afternoon. You know it's shitty weather when a 20 mph, 106-degree wind is good news.
In fact, Thursday's Oregonian offers this charming quote:
The Pacific Northwest wasn't just hotter than the East Coast (where temperatures were in the 70s and 80s Wednesday). It was hotter here than in Pecos, Texas (104); Panjour, Afghanistan (104); and Abu Khal, Syria (102).
So we've got that going for us -- and don't forget, we had 10 days in December with about two or three feet of snow on the ground and temperatures that never got above freezing -- one of the worst winter storms on record, and it was named Snowpocalypse. So we're getting it all this year.
Like most folks here, I have no AC at home; I also have no AC in my 8x12 office. So I don't spend much time in either place. I am working towards a book deadline, and I have been camping out in the offices of my hiking club, which has AC, Internet, and a friendly staff who thinks it's cool that their book-writing member is crafting his latest edition in their midst. This afternoon I took my "little brother" (from Big Brothers Big Sisters) to a city park, and me and him and his three sisters and about 100 other people splashed water on each other. Then we listened to some music in my car and started goofing around, and the three-year-old got so excited she peed in the back seat.
So, to recap: I am not dead. The book is coming along fine. Playing with kids in the park is fun. And Thursday's forecast is sunny, 94, no wind, and the smell of urine in my car. Outstanding!
Missing the cool South,
Paul