I am ready – beyond ready – for the return of patio weather. The afternoon highs have been very accommodating this week, ranging from 65-75. Of course, Monday it stormed all day, and Wednesday it stormed (and hailed!) all morning, but the sun has been out most of the week. The problem is that when the sun goes down, the heat disappears right along with it.
Still, it was nice enough out on Wednesday night for a group of co-workers to meet up for happy hour at a local watering hole. It was a bit breezy (gusts of 30 mph), but it wasn’t that bad. The guys at the table were complaining about the cold, though (weaklings), so we soon moved the party inside. But soon. Soon we can drink our worries away on the patio. It will be like old times. FUN times. I can’t wait!
If the sun holds out, we’re headed to the zoo this weekend. I’m trying to decide if it’s a good idea. We have a membership (thanks, Auntie Kim!), so we go often. I’ve figured out that the best time to go to our world-renowned zoo (ahem) is right when it opens. The crowds are still there, but they’re manageable. The problem is that the low on Saturday morning is supposed to be 42 degrees. Now, the high is still supposed to be in the mid-60s, so I’m hoping it will have warmed up to the mid-50s by 10 a.m. when we get there. Walking around in the cold is probably not the most fun. Especially when the girls will still expect their red slushie. The alternative is to go after lunch and hope the crowds are busy at the rodeo or whatever kind of festival is going on downtown. (Yes, I thought of going to that instead. But – ZOO! I have been waiting and waiting for the temps to rise to a respectable zoo-trip temp.) We might even pack a picnic lunch and eat on the grass or piled into the back of the jeep. Kids are easy to please.
The downside to all the sunshine and warmer temps (well, and that day-and-half of rain) is that my lawn is in serious need of a mow. Just to get the weeds down to small shrubs, you understand. It’s crazy – my lawn care hiatus just started. I mowed last in December, I think. That means I’ve had two months off. Well, two-and-a-half since I’m pretty sure it was before Christmas. But not too much before. Le sigh. You Northerners just think you’re tired of all that snow. It’s tamping down the grass growth! Embrace it.
Yes, I just argued the benefits of snow in a post clamoring for patio weather. Clearly I’m in need of some warmer weather to burn away all The Crazy.