(Love is like a) Heat Wave

Have you realized how relative comfortableness with weather is? No matter what it's like outside, there's going to be somebody that's unhappy.

I don't know what happened. I went in to get ice cream and when I cam out it was snowing!?

The weather was beautiful yesterday. During a time when high temperatures hover around the 50 degree mark and extended periods of sun are a breath of fresh air, Mother Nature decided to throw West Michigan a bone and give us a low 80s hot diggity dog of a day. You'd think everybody would have been ecstatic.

Wrong.

I heard a few people complaining. Complaining that it was too hot. Really? It's been cold, snowy, windy and all-around miserable since November. It feels like summer for one day and people are already complaining about how how it is.

Opening the windows of my apartment was amazing. I didn't have to breath forced air for a whole day. I didn't have to wear socks. I didn't have to wear long pants. It was incredible.

An 80 degree day for somebody in the South is nothing. 80 is bordering on jacket weather. 80 is deciding between jeans and shorts weather.

A 50 degree day in the South, however, elicits pandemonium. It might snow if it's 50, right? We need to go out and buy a shovel, a winter jacket, some boots and a 3-month supply of canned food. What if we get snowed in? What if the pipes freeze and busy open?

I don't know what happened. A saw a few snow flakes
and the next thing I knew I was under a semi.

Shorts come out in 50 degree weather in Michigan. People flock to parks and beaches at 50 degrees. People start thinking about opening their swimming pools at 50. You can always spot Northern tourists in Southern states because they are always wearing less clothing.

People always talk about the weather when there's nothing else to talk about. If you get the right people, talking about the weather can be a wild experience. If somebody from West Michigan called somebody from Florida yesterday the contrast in excitement levels over the weather would have been monumental.

Eighty degrees in April in Michigan is something to celebrate. It warrants a special trip to the beach, a cook-out, a road trip...something.

Here's to hoping for more great weather...and that the tulips don't sprout too early this year.