Actually, it’s everywhere.

This kind of weather, to me, is the worst. It is so humid in my office, I have had to set up a dehumidifier. Drawing paper, even the expensive stuff (which isn’t what it used to be), wicks moisture from the air and turns into blotter paper. In place of the crisp smooth surface I am accustomed to skating across, there is a limp expanse of slush. It’s disheartening to lay down a clean line of India ink only to watch, helpless, as it expands outward in a craze of tiny black capillaries. Ah, well, into every life a little rain must fall. At least I’m not a farmer.

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21 thoughts on “Actually, it’s everywhere.

  1. Anytime that I suggest that it is humid in Michigan, I get every friend in the South saying that “You don’t know humid!” I guess that it is the same for cold, but I have to remind people that it will be 90° here in Michigan and not 45-50°. As a matter of fact my daughter in Orlando had 73° yesterday and we were warmer.

  2. We just got back from a warm, humid vacation and I’d forgotten what it was like to live where nothing ever dries out. I was trying to decide whether it better to be hot and clammy during the day or cool and clammy at night. It was nice seeing Hawaii, but I think I prefer Montana.

  3. Funny but being from Louisiana I found living in Hawaii to be pleasant. Cool and not humid even during the liquid sunshine. No ac in our condo in Waikiki, the best a available in 1970 on Ala Moana cansl.

    Ocean breezes.

    Admit I moved there from New Orleans.

  4. Compared to Alabama, I couldn’t see a need for air conditioning in my barracks in Hawaii. It was humid, but without the overpowering heat of the Southern US, the temperature was very pleasant to me year round.

    Now when I was in boot camp in Orlando, that was a whole other kettle of fish. From June to August the temperature got dangerously hot after lunch daily, followed by severe thunderstorms which would cool everything off. Then the next day the cycle repeated itself.

  5. Yeah I wouldn’t mind Hawaii weather, although I suppose that it could get boring. This is my daughter’s first summer in Orlando, but she has a great job and the Atlantic is just a bit over an hour away. Just have to stay away from alligators, which is indeed another kettle of fish.

  6. Funny, but in these same parts, the hydrangea and gardenias are bursting with blooms. They must love the humidity and rain. In all fairness though, I think all are ready for some sunshine.

  7. OK, report from Michigan – unseasonably hot (90+), humid, and encroaching thunderstorms… and did I mention the hordes of mosquitoes? any place else would look better. Crybabies!

  8. When the temperature and/or humidity pushes triple digits, one should walk in an air conditioned gym (or mall), as God intended. ????

  9. As for May 31 edition.
    The Dark Side did mention that Aspirin was take as war reparations
    after WWI. It also would probably be available by prescription or nor at all –
    Though the ads on TV for other drugs have about the same side effects.
    Including Death.

  10. Old Bear:

    It might have been dark at one time, but it doesn’t seem that way now.

    Actually, the conversation is lively and often humorous. Also, most of the conversation is about that day’s strip’s topic.

    Once in a while, political trolls pop up, but the other posters usually ignore them.

    Overall, a civil place.

  11. We have been to Hawaii twice now. Weather was great both times. It only varies about 5 degrees between summer and winter. Girls were always out jogging in bikini tops, yea, boring weather…

  12. I have not lived in Hawaii. My one visit did have rain for most of an afternoon and a spot shower late on most afternoons. However I think that I still would rather be in Hawaii during the rainy season than in Michigan during the dead of winter.

  13. Coming late to this post, but just want to say I had to smile with appreciation (wry as it may be) about the paper observation — that its quality has gone down, even on the “good stuff” — and the description of a nice ink line fanning out into the weave. As a fellow artist, though not nearly as good or as successful as you are, I mourn the changes in available paper. I also mourn the loss of expertise in art supply stores. “What’s hot press?” is not something I want to hear when I go there. I suppose all this makes me an old geezer. If so, I appreciate having someone to commiserate with, even if it’s only one-way.