That is the resounding chant that this fellow New Yorker can hear being mumbled under the breath of many passerby. I mean, let’s be real, the winter season in NYC is pretty long and dreary. Sure, we have lucked out these past bunch of years here in the city with really not that much snowfall, but the days are still long, cold, and dark. The blustery arctic-like winds make us yearn for warm sun upon our faces. The occasional sunny day turns into cloud covered rainy ones. Yet, with the season comes such crazy weather, and makes us wonder if global warming is the real deal. One day it’s 30 degrees out, and the next 55 and sunny, then a few days later we get six inches of snow, and makes us wonder what the heck is going on. I’m just waiting for Al Gore to proclaim he invented global warming, and for Mayoro Bloombito to enact a new regulation on the amount of sunlight we are all allowed to take in each day.
March can be a crazy weather month. Days of wind, rain, snow, and slush gives way to warmer temps and sunnier days by the end of the month. Each week it is something different. It’s a frenetic month, and the weeks can be quite unpredictable. March can actually be the total douchenozzle Jekyll and Hyde of the calendar. It’s cray cray! Hey, I should know being born in this month. I have been known to be a bit cray myself. I think a lot of people born in March are a bit loopy. Me, my dad, and a few others I associate with. Just. Nutty.
Now, last night was Daylight Savings. Time to “spring ahead” and rob us of an extra hour of sleep. I do love that the days will have longer sunlight now. We all love that. Daylight Savings to many of us is the signal of the changing season. It’s almost like the official announcement that Spring is here. Yet, why the heck do we still do? Can’t we just leave the time the same every year? Does it really make a difference other than to mess with our sleep?
Finally, though, Old Man Winter releases his grip on the city and lets summer take over. We all wish for it here. We dream about it from Oct to April. Then we have it, and start bitching about all the heat and humidity that gets dumped on us. Swamp Ass has arrived! It doesn’t matter what you wear – shorts, light fabric clothes, nude, whatever, you will have swamp ass in the NYC summer. Sweatiness becomes the norm. Baby powder becomes part of the every day arsenal. I use it all the time anyway and go through buckets of it in the summer. After a long day at work, or just being out and about, getting those swamp ass clothes off and chilling in the air conditioning is a must. Sure, we have some pretty nice summer weather days when the humidity is low but when those days/weeks hit it can become insufferable. Now, I know it’s humid in other spots in this country, and arid in others. I have been to Arizona and Vegas. People say “but it’s a dry heat”. Sure, it’s 109 outside and it’s dry. So is an oven at 400 degrees – stick your head in that! It’s still hot!
As I look out the window today all I see is beautiful sunlight. Temps in the 50’s. Perfect spring-like day out. Better get out there are enjoy it now, as I am sure crazy March will hit us with a nor’easter or blizzard soon followed by 60 degree days.
I’m starting to think March really has a case of ADD!
What do you think of the seasons? Love them, hate them, or look forward to them?