Cont...The Heat, Sweat and Cicadas

Moving on to the sweat. Obviously a result of the oppressive heat.  I'm not going to go into any details really, but if you've lived in a humid climate you feel my pain, but for those of you who haven't the best way I can describe it is similar to walking into a steam room fully clothed. I ride my bike to Costco the other day. It was hot and with the humidity it was gross. By the time we got there my leather belt was wet. That's how much sweat there was.

The cicadas...oh the cicadas. I used to like the sound. It reminded me of camping. The outdoors, summer time, friends, swimming in the lake. Now I have a Pavlovian response to the sound and immediately know i'ts going to be miserable out. And the numbers! The numbers!! There aren't a few out there. There is a symphony of buzzing, loud enough at times to drown out  any thought I might be trying to have. 

 Alas my favorite time, the rainy season, has passed.  I am a true Oregonian and look forward to the fall and cooler weather.