Never stops raining in glassland? Feh!
August 14, 2008 by cynthia
At 3pm today my thermometer measured a cool 104 degrees and if a cloud has graced this sky in the last week I sure didn’t see it. At 6 pm the temperature finally broke…to 99 degrees.
Sheeeeeeeesh. If I’d wanted weather like this I’d have stayed in central California.
Of course, I’m reminded by Oregon natives that I shouldn’t say stuff like that. The official Oregon opinion of Oregon is decidedly uncomplimentary and always waterlogged. They’ll say it never stops raining, it’s always cold, grey, overcast and windy, everything’s coated with moss/algae/mold. And that the shopping is lousy, whatever entertainment is available is generally inside a bong, the leading citizens are all spacecase treehugging drug dealers, the best art in the city is whatever the Dairy Queen is advertising on special, there are no jobs, average income is in the negative range, etc., etc., etc.
Listening to them, you’d think that living in Oregon is only slightly more desirable than living in Hell.
The truth, of course, is radically different: Oregon is an incredibly neat place to live, and not only because you can buy glass here the way you buy plywood anywhere else. The disparaging talk is primarily to keep Californians (dubbed “Californicators” by crustier Oregonians) from moving up here in droves and driving prices out of sight.
Given real estate prices these days we could probably use a few more Californicators up here, though.
C’maan up! Rain? What rain?
104, eh? Hmmm… those mountains better be darn good before The Dot and I move out there! (Move out there in our 50.4 MPG over 3000 miles Prius. Not to hijack the note string or anything…)
GcB
I’m ignoring the mileage report. Self-defense.
Nobody up here quite knows how to take the weather–there’s an official advisory to find an air-conditioned room and stay in it until things return to normal. Haven’t seen the streets this bare in a long time.