Sometimes folks new to town mistakenly assume that San Diego has no seasons. Here are ten foolproof ways to spot “autumn.”
- It is the hottest week of the year. The wind feels like a blowdryer and there aren’t enough blinks in the world to keep your eyeballs from shriveling.
- Something somewhere is always on fire. Upside: this makes for great sunset photos (when it’s not your local canyon).
- Next year’s Comic-Con is sold out. Burning Man tickets aren’t on sale yet, but you already have a plan.
- You are wearing a Frankensteinian wardrobe mash-up to accommodate both the calendar and the weather, like cords with a “fall-colored” tank or a scarf with shorts.
- You find parking near the beach at 10am on Saturday.
- Half of Target’s bathing suit section holds sweaters you will buy in a fit of optimism and then wear only when you leave town, or for the entire month of June, which paradoxically is the coldest month of the year.
- The cruise ships are back, replacing Kansas-plated minivans driving 65 in the fast lane as your primary major topic of scorn.
- A visible miasma of funk surrounds our un-air-conditioned middle and high schools.
- Your neighbor put out decorative gourds yesterday. One is already dessicated in the heat, the other sprouting a blanket of black, furry mold.
- You find it hard to enjoy your pumpkin spiced latte with sweat trickling down your back.
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