June rain, we complain

As I sit in the coffee shop, about to write an article about summer. Yes, again, I am writing about summer. I find myself wanting to write about the days of sun, as it is mocking me with rain. I stare out the window, and the gloom, and doom of the depressing rain that always finds itself here the first couple weeks of June. See, every year, you will inevitably hear us (Oregonians) act shocked, and appalled by the June showers. Those of you that are not familiar with the weather, or us, I am sure think that it must be a freak of nature storm. Confused, by our confusion, they may relate it to; "Maybe something global warming had to do with?" Though I have spent all my life living in this land of perpetual rain, I find myself like all the rest. I find myself sad that I still have an umbrella with me. Hurt by Oregon's spring showers, and now may I add not only am I upset at the late spring showers, but also that it has now entered into the SUMMER rain category. We all find ourselves in this love/hate relationship with our, shall I say, moist home. We love it for two days of weather, only to follow the third day with complaints about the same weather. We condemn Oregon for doing the same thing every year. We hate its guts, yes, if it were a man, we would be giving the silent treatment by now. We find ourselves bitching and moaning about the first two weeks of rain in June (that shh its a secret,  ALWAYS HAPPENS). Funny enough though as the days turn hot, hotter, hottest, we will complain about the heat.  This is what makes us Oregonians. We are so special, aren't we?

With all of that being said, I find comfort in the following;

1) I refuse to have the instant shock and horror that will ensue after I realize it is full blown summer, and I have nothing to wear. Every year, I wait just a little too long. I find myself upset when all of the sudden the sun comes out, and begs me to put away my pants. Not to be confused with the men of summer. Who are driven by skin, tans, and summer libido's, they will also be begging for your pants to be put away. I find myself with nothing but fall clothing, and spring attire. Spring will not cut it anymore, and I am left upset about the weather I should be excited for. So this year I vow to spend my time during this two weeks of gloomy weather, preparing my wardrobe arsenal. I will not be caught off guard again.

2) I will enjoy the last couple of weeks where I can put on a scarf for fashion, and also warmth. I will enjoy my boots without having to sweat inside of them. I will break out my hosiery for one last lap around town, before they are put away in the torture of the Storables container.

3) I will take this last bit of time to prepare my skin, hair, and nails for the weather that is on its way. This summer will not sneak up on me, to find my pale skin, chipped toenails, and dull hair.

I have realized there is way too much to do to sweat the last rainfall. Summer is right around the corner, and damn it she will not beat me this time.