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Tomorrow will be the first day of June. Now, when you think of June, you think summer, right? Sunny days, warm weather, beautiful breezes. It poured buckets today and was a measly 55 degrees. (Upstate NY has gotten wet weather every weekend since 2024. Aren't we special?) Do you know what the high temperature is for my little slice of New York tomorrow?
That' right folks, a balmy 58 for tomorrow's high temperature. Tomorrow may be June first but we are having flashbacks of April. Side note, whomever is doing the rain dance every weekend? I'm going to find you and I'm going to hogtie you and make you sit in a puddle ALL DAY. When it's under 60 degrees. With WET SOCKS.
When you live in a place where there's 7 months of winter, you really look forward to the few months when the weather is decent. (And by decent I mean that the temperature is moderate enough to expose a lot more skin for the mosquitoes to target.) Someone needs to tell Mother Nature to put us in the dryer for a few months before we start to get mildew stains from sitting in this murky moisture too long.
I don't know if I have mentioned it 45 times or not, but I am built for beaches, not this pervasive damp chill that's settled over the state. My only consolation is that most of New England is suffering the same fate. That's right, I'm petty enough to enjoy that others can commiserate with my woeful weather worries. If you haven't heard, misery loves company!
The older I get, the more annoyed I am that I couldn't have been born to a family in the South. Or even the West. Anywhere that sees sunshine for longer than 5 minutes at a time. Somewhere where the rain isn't the protagonist in a Survivor episode trying to drown the Eastern Seaboard residents to gain immunity against elimination.
Because that's what this has to be right? A big ole prank by Mother Nature? A build your own reality television show starring those dumb humans populating the planet? If you needed any further proof that we are cast in a sad reality tv show, please know that the same weather forecasting 58 for tomorrow has reversed those figures for Wednesday. That's right, it's going to be 85 and sunny. Because of course, it's a work day in the middle of the week. Why would it rain then? That would just be convenient.
The biggest irritation in all of this is that I am old enough to now complain about the weather. That used to be an old lady's job and I would just shake my head about anyone getting their knickers in a twist over something that they have no control over. But now I'm the one with aforementioned twisted knickers and an arthritic shoulder that can tell when the rain is about to start. (It hasn't stopped forecasting since November 2024.)
I guess all I am asking for is this: If anyone has an in with Mother Nature, please put in a good word for NY. We aren't sure how much more of this we can take without turning into ducks.
If you need MORE mayhem, you can find me on the various socials from time to time under the same name (Modern mom Mayhem). If you'd like to drop me a line about your own arthritic weather predicting joints, or something more interesting, drop me a line at modernmommayhem@gmail.com.
