This would be a marvelous opportunity to explore the arc of the expat’s
life, or delve into the “what ifs” of a life left behind, or ruminate on the
nature of home and the aching nostalgia for youth and times past. But instead I’m
going to complain about the weather.
As you know (or you jolly well should if you’ve been paying attention)
Sussex has been under water for the past three months. After a long, wonderful
stretch of lovely weather, that culminated in late March in the most glorious
week of sun and blue sky I have seen in ten years, the event I had been
promising the doomsayers (they of the “we’re having a drought, we’re all going
to die” persuasion) happened: it rained.
And it rained. And it rained. The weeks from the beginning of April through
the middle of July conspired to make 2012 the wettest year in the history of
the solar system (barring that bit with Noah some years ago). I accepted it
with the usual British stoicism (“well, we really need the rain”), ironic humor
(“Strange that we are still in ‘drought’ while the villages are being swept
away by flood water”) and, eventually, the basic British attitude toward the
weather: after ten year in Britain, I finally got it—the weather sucks.
By mid-July I was so very sick of rain and grey skies and low clouds and
cold. On a recent weekend, my wife and I spent a Sunday afternoon sitting on
the sofa wrapped in blankets, sipping hot tea and reading books, snug and comfy
while the wind blew and cold rain battered the windows, which might have constituted
a perfect afternoon if it had happened in February instead of the middle of
sodding July.
And so, when it came to pass that I was to return to my homeland, I can’t
say I was sorry to leave the dreary weather behind. My hometown, like much of
the US, was suffering through a long spell of hot, dry weather and, despite the
fact it is devastating crops and wreaking general havoc, I thought a week or so
in the sunshine would do me a world of good.
But you already know this is not what happened. You know this, not
because you have been studying weather maps for the past week (as I have) but
because you understand (or soon will) that Sod’s Law is the fundamental
foundation of the universe. Forget the Higgs Boson Particle, when they manage
to dig further and find what’s behind it, they will find Sod’s Law underpinning
everything. So here is the brief story of my quest for sunshine, you’ll know it’s
true because you can’t make this stuff up:
I left Britain in grey, damp weather wearing a jacket. I arrived to a glorious
summer night. The next day summer weather suddenly returned to Sussex, and rain
arrived in NY. Now, while I have experienced some stunning interludes of
sunshine and warm weather, every day that I have been here has had at least
some rain and, overall, the skies have remained cloudy. It rained yesterday, it
is raining as I write this—a steady, soaking rain that looks as if it is here
for the day—and the worst thing is, the people here are cheering it.
Back home, of course, my wife reports warm weather and blue skies (and I
checked the Met weather site—she’s not just having a laugh, it really is nice
over there, sometimes warmer than it is here).
I have one more day here, and the forecast is for rain. I’ll be back in
sunny Sussex soon, but the forecast for the day I return is—you guessed it—rain.
I’m thinking they should start sending me to areas of the world that are
in severe drought; they could well use the rain, and it would be quite an
achievement to finally harness Sod’s Law and use its power for good. As far as
benefit to mankind goes, it would be much more useful than the Higgs Boson
Particle.
Oh dear. It really is Sod's Law isn't it. While I was in England in June, it rained pretty much every day and when I got back to Illinois, I learned it was the dryest June on record, all the farms are suffering etc. etc. Felt very guilty about having complained in England.
ReplyDeleteI'm complaining, but at least I brought the NE some relief.
DeleteTypical! I live near London, but the only time I've experienced flooding is when I am in Tennessee. When that happened to me, I felt like you. Do you remember the Pink Panther cartoon show? Do you recall the one where he walks about with a black cloud over his head all the time? Well that must be you and me too!
ReplyDeleteHave a safe trip back.
I have a new Blog: www.acottagelifeinengland.wordpress.com
Thanks! Maybe the two of us should visit the US midwest ;
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We are creatures so tied to the environment that our happiness and well-being are dictated by the weather. How sad is that! Currently, we are suffering the hottest summer in history with high humidity that makes you want to crawl into a cave. Having the drapes pulled to shut out the blazing sun plus the fans and A/C loudly running keeps me logy and depressed. And it's not even the hottest month of the year yet!
ReplyDeleteWhat we need is a bit of moderation, something between an arid drought and apocalyptic flooding.
DeleteAh yes. I've just spent 2 weeks in the USA, most of it in 90-odd degree heat. I spent Saturday driving from Philadelphia to Boston. The first few hours, as far as NYC, were fine. From NYC onwards, it was torrential rain and we averaged about 30mph all the way. It took 11.5 hours in total (we'd been reckoning on about 7).
ReplyDeleteI was the sole driver, and was wishing that either we'd got up at 6am and left then, or that we'd taken the train instead!
Now back in the UK,very tired, and although it's apparently been mostly lovely weather while we were away, it's peed it down most of today. Grrrr!
Ha! We should start a club! Saying that, these final two days in NY were stunning--warm, sunny, low humidity. I expect this will be the last decent weather I'll see for a while. Back in the UK tomorrow.
DeletePlease come to Arkansas! Please, please, please! I've almost forgotten what a real rain looks like.
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Too late; I'm back in Sussex. I just arrived and it is 65 degrees, grey, cloudy and drizzling. So I must be in England.
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