Peek!
It was 29*, with a humidex of 39 yesterday. Steeeenkin’ hot.
Seems, however, that our wee Nigel prefers the heat, for when today’s
temperatures turned out to be a more moderate 19, humidex 24,
he had to dig this baby out at home.
Fleece, anyone?
*All temperatures in Celcius. Here’s a conversion calculator.
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We are suppose to hit 113 F. Of course we practically have no humidity, so it’s not too bad. I’ll take the dry 100 + over humidity any day.
We’re at 35.5 (C). I should put a conversion table on my site. I can estimate it in my head (one of the first things I learned when I started my blog) but it would simplify my life.
Or the USA could join the bandwagon.
I’m with granny, the USA should join the rest of the world.
Nigel is like me, I’m always getting a blanket even when it’s hot outside (of course, part of that is because my husband is trying to create his own personal hole in the ozone over our house with his prolific use of the air conditioner).
Hey, hang on just one second. The thought of trying to learn the conversion thing, at my current state of brain-deadness, makes me feel nauseous. Or is it nauseated? See? I can’t even remember the correct word.
Don’t make me learn the metric system. Don’t punish me for the mistakes my forefathers made!
*snort*
I think Nigel and Charlie could hang–our air conditioner is running NON STOP, but Charlie is sporting a fleece sweatsuit OVER his proper clothes. Oh, and he’s gotten out his winter long pajamas and is INSISTING in sleeping in them
And I let him because . . . well, because I’m lazy. And HOT. So very hot.
I’m with Candace – no major changes to the way things are, people! It’s bad enough that numbers aren’t my thing anyway. If you make me try to convert anything we’re all going to Hell in a handbag!! A fleece one, at that!
What a score for us — good legit head shot with out any image release blog photo junk for you to worry about.
On a related point.. do you keep a lot of photos of your charges?
Har har har!
What happened to the lovely weather we had there last week?
B is the same way. He had on the warmest pj’s he has that week that I was at their house. And it was hot. 80-85 every day, and the house was at least that warm. Last summer, even on 100 degree days I’d have to tuck him in tightly to his bed, with blankets (like three of them!) or else he wouldn’t even rest!
Seriously? 29? Wow. It’s supposed to hit 18 here today. And yes, I have a small boy wearing a woolen toque in the house.
MamacitaTina: I would, too, if I could get it! That humidity, she’s a killer.
Granny: When I started school, we were still in Imperial, so I’m a mixture of both measurements all the way. Because temperatures you do every day, several times a day, I’ve gotten so used to Celcius that Farenheit means very little. With all the reading of American blogs I do, though, I’m getting the hang of it again!
Kristen: Well, it would be nice to have you guys in the pool! The water’s fine, really!
We have an air-conditioner, in our bedroom! Lent to me for the summer by my daughter. (Yay, Haley!) Which gets turned on a couple of hours before bed, and then gets turned off because it gives my husband a stiff neck to sleep in a draft. We’ve used it less than a week of days so far. Between John and us, maybe we make one moderate home?
Candace: It’s inevitable, Candace. Sooner or later… Thing is, I don’t convert: I just think in one, or the other. Temperature is really the only one where I’d lost touch with the meaning of the other scale, and, hey! A few months of blogging and it’s coming!
Susan: I’m intrigued by your choice of conjunction. That sentence, “Our AC is running non-stop BUT Charlie…”: shouldn’t it be “THUS”? Or is he doing that OUTSIDE?
Jennifer: I’m old enough that I was in my teens when Imperial was dropped for metric here, so I remember the process.
Thing is, after the intial adjustment period (not that long), you don’t convert. I don’t buy my 500 grams of sugar and think “That’s just a little over a pound of sugar,” any more than you buy your pound and think, “That’s really just a little under 500 grams!”
It’s just what it is: a bag a certain size and heft. It’s not so hard, really! Promise.
mo-wo: I was really pleased by it. Because even just that little nose, mouth, and chin is soooo adorable!!!
Yes, I keep lots (LOTS) of pictures of my charges. In fact, I probably have more of them than my own children these days. Once in a while, I burn a disk of a hundred shots or so for the parents.
Jen: It went hot, hot, hot for a couple of days. Today it’s more moderate. The temperature has been all over the place, wildly, this month. Weird.
Angela: These kids. Their thermostat is obviously malfunctioning. Blankets? Fleece? I don’t even want to THINK about them!
AverageMom: Well, yes. Because I live in the steamy south and you live in the frigid north. Love this country, huh?!? So your son’s toque isn’t quite as weird as Nigel’s balaclava. Not quite. Feel better?