I awoke this morning to the sound of heavy rain. Didn't really want to get out from under the covers. Last night was warmer (48 degrees) than it had been for over a week. I should have realized that something was up. The dark skies gave way to sunshine in the afternoon. But it was still chilly. The nightly news showed pictures of snow on Mount Laguna. My apartment was freezing this afternoon. The Weather Channel showed the temperature as 54 degrees, but it certainly didn't feel like it. My daughter told me that as she left work, she was wearing a sweater, a bulky sweater and a raincoat and was still freezing. My grandchildren were wearing their winter jackets with the hoods up.
Later in the day, we had showers. When I ventured out I had to wear my "New York" coat, a jean jacket that has a faux fur lining. Tonight it is supposed to rain again with a low of 46 degrees. As I'm sitting here typing, the temperature is 52 degrees. I don't heat my apartment since I usually can just wear a sweater and feel fine. Not today. Right now, I'm wearing three sweaters. I guess this sounds like "whining." But, this is San Diego!
While the days in San Diego are usually warm in the mid-sixties, at this time of year the nights are sometimes very cold. Of course, it is a matter of perspective. If you live in colder parts of the nation or world, 46 degrees is not really that cold but for San Diego it is. All last week, when the sun went down, the chill set in with clear night skies. Earlier in the week, when the overnight temp reached 42, I had to pull out another bed covering. That makes two quilts and one blanket. My daughter, who lives about 8 miles northeast of me, was waking up to 36 or 37 degree weather in the morning. She lives a few miles inland from the coast and I live about 1 1/2 miles from it. That probably accounts for the difference in temperatures.
Two nights ago, I saw birds flying silently overhead. I immediately thought they looked like the green parrots. However, I've never seen or heard these parrots in the winter. They usually arrive almost exactly on March 9 and leave in late August or September. This evening I did see them and definitely heard them. They are very loud. Don't know what they're doing here now. And, I suspect even the vacationers are wondering why (Oh, why) they picked these weeks to come here.
It seems like a very strange year here in San Diego.
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