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Dreary, dreary, dreary, dreary… bleh. I have a serious case of the rainy day blues. It is the first day of July here in Boston. But you wouldn’t know it for looking at the window. The sky is a dark, charcoal gray. I catch the flash of lightning from the corner of my eye from time to time, followed by the distant rumble of thunder. Occasionally a nearer crash of thunder. But always rain. It rained almost every day in June. As of June 23rd, the Globe reported that June 2009 was Boston’s least sunny month in the last one hundred years. And so far, July looks no different. The 5-day forecast calls for T-storms or rain showers every day. Including the favorite American summer barbecue holiday, July 4th.
I know this is just whining at this point, but, seriously, girl needs some sun. I visited California for 5 days in early June and was graced with mild temperatures but lots of sun. Glorious skin warming sun, dry air, fluffy cottony clouds blowing across the cornflower blue skies. Northern California in June may be the closest thing to Eden on this planet. And sometimes, though I love the life I’ve made for myself here in New England, I wonder how in the hell I have ended up trading that blue-skied bliss for humid thunder-filled summers and bone-chilling frosty winters.
Everyone I meet here wonders the same thing when they learn where I am from. Many native New Englanders are plotting their escapes. California is on the pedastal: the place they want to be most of all. In the sage words of Liz Lemon: they want to go to there.
And today, I want to go to there too.
Update: The Globe just posted this graphic detailing the full month’s sunshine totals for June. Look at all those zeros. No wonder I’m depressed.
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