how do you spell relief?

[Paul Pless]

the forecast high temp today is ten degrees cooler than it was yesterday

the forecast high tomorrow and for the next week is twenty degrees cooler than it was yesterday

it was 112 eff yesterday

[Canoeyawl]

It's been ugly here, about 105° ish all week

Something we rarely see for more than a day or so
No respite until Saturday

[bluedog225]

After a dry summer, we are getting september rain. Everything greened up, instead of dying.

Funny when 94 F can feel like a spring day.

[Rich Jones]

70F, low humidity, fluffy white clouds in the sky, cute little chipmunks on the lawn....
Youse guys gotta move to Vermont.

[White River]

70F, low humidity, fluffy white clouds in the sky, cute little chipmunks on the lawn....
Youse guys gotta move to Vermont.

be careful what you wish for or offer. I see a tsunami, exodus, what have you from the southwest to the upper midwest and northeast happening soon. The lack of water and high temps will drive'em north and east

[bluedog225]

Everything will be fine…..

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[leikec]

70F, low humidity, fluffy white clouds in the sky, cute little chipmunks on the lawn....
Youse guys gotta move to Vermont.

Almost identical weather here in downtown Frankyville—and we also have chipmunks…

But I do so love Vermont. I’d live there if I didn’t live here.

Jeff C

[White River]

Almost identical weather here in downtown Frankyville—and we also have chipmunks…

But I do so love Vermont. I’d live there if I didn’t live here.

Jeff C

80 and sunny here in West Michigan. Beautiful summer weather. We have lotsa chipmunks also as well as squirrels.

I haven't been in Frankfort in years. My mother lived there in the late fifties. Went back a few times in the 80s to visit the Luedtke's? sp? (Mom's best friend in JR HS) I just remember a largeish stone house near Lake Michigan. They also had a cottage on crystal lake we went to.

[Jim Mahan]

We've been setting records, too. My personal high temp, day before yesterday, one-fifteen. Cooling down today all the way to one-twelve. But we'r looking forward to being only in the mid-nineties by Saturday when the Pacific hurricane rolls in. Hello flashflood watch.

My previous record high temp was in nineteen-eighty-nine, or so, I had been working in the furniture mill outside of Grants Pass, in southern Oregon. Running the state-of-the-art CNC router. Machine big as my current shop, making oak furniture by the truckload week by week. The mill was unheated in the winter and and un-cooled in the summer. Noisy, loud enough to require ear muffs all day. Chips and dust and brown glue residue everywhere. The fifty or so employees mostly high school educated, drones. Show up, bust your ass between ten minute breaks twice a day, a half hour for lunch, frequent over-time. The ex-marine foreman standing at the big open door to the factory just next to my router, yelling, "Break's over goddammit. Back to work," precisely after ten minutes of a hot-boxed smoke and coffee. And always the constant, ever-present foreman prompting everyone to work faster. I hated it. It paid minimum wage when I started, three and a quarter an hour. They hired me because I had a computer programming certificate, and they felt like they couldn't train any of the already in-house drones to learn the machine. The kid who trained me on it had most of degree in something and was busting his ass getting the rest of it, and so they hired me to give him some needed relief. By the end of my first year, I had gotten a bump to five bucks an hour.

Then I saw an ad in the classifieds of the local rag. A company in Silicon Valley was relocating to a new industrial park just north of Grants Pass, half a mile from the damn mill. It was a publishing company, new, specializing in running-updated books for small businesses. And they were building a brand new office and production facility, which would be done around the first of the year, and they were interviewing, in August, for five editorial positions. Copy-editing and author coorespondence and fact checking etc. I got lucky and landed an interview, scheduled for a Saturday, in an office rented for the occasion, on the top floor of the four-story bank building in downtown Grants Pass. It was a job interview so I put on my best dark blue blazer and tie and when I showed up, and was waiting for the guy to come in for the interview, I could look outside and see the bank's big electric thermometer, a landmark on main street, reading one-fourteen. And I got the job.

Since it didn't start until after New Year's and I got the confirmation around the first of September, I had all that time to continue to go to work each day, suffer the foreman and the troglodyte bully that liked to harrass me and call me 'poindexter' for being not as dumb as him. He deliberately bumped into me as I was loading a pallet one day, and having had enough, I lost it, and wheeled on him, and it was only the foreman who happened to be passing at just that moment who kept me from coming unglued all over the thuggish asshole. I told the foreman righ then in the heat of the moment, "put me on the damn swing shift or move him or I'm outa here." I got the swing shift. It was marginally better.

I had to work right up to the Friday before Christmas, worked a swing shift to midnight, my last task driving the forklift to get the five fifty-five gallon drums full of scrap and dust shovelled up from behind the router, out to the dump pile at the side of the gravel parking area, overlooking the culvert alongside the driveway. On the morning of the next work day after Christmas, I called in and told the foreman, "I won't be in to work today. Or any other day," and hung up on him. Let him try to work the damn router himself. Let us all sing hymns.

Denouement. On the first work day after New Year's, I showed up to the new job, at the brand new, award-winning two story building, with my very own desk in a brand new cubicle, with a computator and state-of-the-art laser printer, the PC work station with grey scale protrait monitor imported from England. Big picture windows all around three sides of the building. A yet to be unbound two story tall ficus with it's root ball wrapped in burlap, ready to be planted in the ground in the interior atrium in the center of the building. Editorial desks on the ground floor, the bosses and the accoutant (who later embezzled the company for three million dollars, causing my being laid off. After a year of working there, the guy who hired me, the head of the editorial department, told us the bad news and picked me as the one of us five he thought most capable of being able to suffer sudden unemployment in southern Oregon. It's not like I had a wife and young one year old child. Oh, wait, it was exactly like that.)

Quiet as a library. Exactly like a library, with shelves of books on all sorts of business practices, a giant old-fashioned dictionary on a pedestal stand. It was my first job with a desk and where I learned to work a PC and then a Mac, the first one, and the first time I had ever used a mouse. I learned to do my very first graphics, making tiny logos in B&W bit-maps. And it's where I got the skills to be able to talk my way into a job doing technical illustration for the tech company, in the same industrial park. Where I learned everything I needed to know to be a graphic designer and do print advertising. Where I earned my first million.

Okay the last is pure fantasy, but I'm on a roll. Dreamily—a Million bucks; Publisher's clearing house called and I won the sweepstakes; I published a novel; The McArthur Foundation called me to award me a genius grant (turns out you have to actually accomplish something meaningful in the world to get one of those)...

That's all. It's too hot to work on the landscaping. That sound is me chipping a bench seat out of a split oak log planted next to the not-a-pond.

[SMARTINSEN]

80 degrees and muggy a.f.

[Breakaway]

High 70's and a light breeze here. Hurricane offshore is causing rough seas and small craft warnings just when the bluefin tuna showed up close to shore.

Kevin

[Kevin T]

How do I spell relief? C-H-R-O-N-I-C, specifically GSC.

[Jimmy W]

Pleasant here today, forecast is for a high of 91, but my thermometer says 84. Relatively low humidity and breezy, the mosquitos that have been so bad lately are staying in hiding.

[Rich Jones]

Of course, along with the fluffy white clouds and cute little chipmunks, we had a big black bear on our deck a few days ago...

[Ron Williamson]

Mid 20-s Celsius,nice breeze.
Nice beer or three.
R

[Domesticated_Mr. Know It All]

The weather is perfect.....for now.
I'll soon be bitchin bout the cold and snow.

[epoxyboy]

A half inch of slushy spring snow earlier this week, very unusual for September. Horrid stuff, bring on summer.

Pete

[Rich Jones]

A half inch of slushy spring snow earlier this week, very unusual for September. Horrid stuff, bring on summer.

Pete

Our beautiful summer weather will soon turn to brutal cold, and snow.
Bring it on! The start of ski season! Both for my enjoyment and the fact that the ski industry is the life blood of this state.

[John Smith]

Gore told us this would happen. GOP told us it's a Chinese hoax.

[Paul Pless]

Gore told us this would happen.

it was already too late when gore walked down out of his private jet and got on his soapbox

[Jim Bow]

I had to wear socks yesterday.

[Tom from Rubicon]

how do you spell relief?

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