Nothing better to do than comment on the weather
Dear Cloudy Days in September,
Greetings, stranger. You’re new to these parts I imagine. At the very least, I haven’t seen you around in the last eleven years or so that I’ve been here. Anyway, welcome to the neighborhood.
Now, I don’t want to worry you, but you may get some strange looks around the neighborhood. You see, September is supposed to be the hottest month of the year here in the San Gabriel Valley. July is hot, definitely, and August is often times unbearable. September, though. ‘Hoo boy. Some times it’s so hot that your skin can melt right off your body on to the ground, and you chase it when it starts running in to the storm sewers only to realize that it’s pretty darn hard to run on account of all of your organs are falling out of your body. Let me tell you, it’s no fun at all when that happens. No sir.
So here we are. It’s September, people expect it to be unbearably hot, and you show up and give us a couple of really pleasant days in a row. I for one don’t really know what to do with myself. Is it Thanksgiving already? Should I be cooking a turkey today or something? Or, holy crap! Did I miss my plane?? The kid and I were going to go to Chicago for Thanksgiving this year. I really hope the airline will let us get on the next flight out.
Do you see what I mean? You show up and people start to panic. So maybe it’d be best if you were to lay low for a little while and give people a chance get use to you. I’ll bet that once they do you’ll be the most popular type of day on the block.
Yours,
Corey