Today I had brunch with a friend who recently moved here from New Mexico, Matt Sherer. We talked about the recent “major storm” in the Bay area that cut power to a lot of places and knocked down what seemed like one tree per block in the Mission. Neither Matt nor I would have known there was a storm if it weren’t for the vegetation piled on the sidewalks the next day. 70 mph gusts are just part of life in New Mexico. I’d be feeding the goats, etc., and drop a bucket, and it would blow all the way across our 10 acres and fetch up against the fence and I’d have to go get it. I hated that. Man, I sound like Little House on the Prairie.
In the same vein, I noticed that the daily high and low for San Francisco for the next couple of days differ by 10 degrees Fahrenheit or less. Now THAT is weird. And awesome. There’s a reason why I live here and not in New Mexico.