Rant The Sequel

I've found myself on a ranting roll. Another thing that really bothers me is summer in Utah. This is the time of year where I wonder why I moved here. It is so hot here during the day that all I can do is hide in the house with the air at full blast. Poor Floyd, whose whole being involves spending at least 2 hours per days running around chasing a ball or a frisbee, gets so overheated after a few minutes outside that he plops down in the shade and doesn't move. I ask myself, why is it necessary to live in a place where 2-3 months out of the year are 90+ degrees? I miss the days when heat waves were not only so few and far between, but bearable (85 degrees tops) that we actually appreciated and savored them. In San Francisco, when the sun clears the fog and it reaches 75 out, everyone comes out of their cubby holes and soaks up the sun at the nearest park or beach. Restaurants put tables outside and people really do relish in dining outdoors on those few days that they can. There is an unbelievable energy throughout the city. This is a scene from Dolores Park in the Mission/Castro District where I lived before moving. Mark Twain famously said "The coldest winter I ever spent was summer in San Francisco." Sounds wonderful!!!