We’re in the middle of a heatwave. Bear in mind, that this is relative. The term refers to multiple days in which the temperature is several degrees higher than average for this time of year. I think I’ve said before that those of us who live in Wellington are used to a temperate climate, and have a very narrow range of temperatures in which we feel comfortable. Probably about 15°C to 22°C. Over the last couple of weeks, the temperatures have been much higher and, as the delicate Wellington flowers we are, we are wilting a little. Today was supposed to be raining and cloudy and 26°C. But this afternoon the sun has come out, humidity has dropped, the temperature is several degrees higher, and as a result, our house is becoming an oven.
No, we don’t have air-conditioning. It never quite seems worth the effort (or expense) when we only have a few weeks of higher temperatures every year. I only know a few people who have air-conditioning – mostly in much warmer parts of the country. NZ’s summers are generally too mild for it to be the norm. I’m also thinking of my sisters. One lives in the warm north, and consistently has very warm, high humidity days in the high 20s for months in summer. She does not like the heat! The other lives on the dry east coast in the south, and has been enduring 32°C and above the last few days. She doesn’t mind hot weather, but she does have air conditioning in her bedroom. Wise woman!
Still, we’re taking advantage of the warm temperatures and relaxed summer atmosphere, and dinner tonight will be barbecued lamb and salads out on the deck. We don’t usually drink on a Monday either, but I’m thinking a cold gin and tonic will be nice too. I’m enjoying wearing sundresses, floaty tops, shorts, etc. It’s nice not to worry about whether I will be warm enough when I go out. And when I need to retreat in front of a fan, the Australian Tennis Open is available for watching in the coolest room in the house. And I’m typing this in the second coolest, with a fan at my back.
On the other hand, I look at the snowstorms others in the northern hemisphere have been experiencing. I look at all the people I know who live in what seem to me to be Arctic climes (although only one is actually IN the Arctic, and she never complains about the temperature, just shows lovely Lapland scenes snapped in her very brief days, and beautiful aurora-filled night skies), and wonder why civilisation occurred in these bitterly cold places. Who would actually choose to live there? And … WHY? It seems inconceivable to me. But then I remember the Thais in Bangkok, consistently year-round one of the hottest capitals in the world. They would shiver and put on coats when the temperature dropped under 30°C. They thought we were crazy living somewhere cold like Wellington! It’s truly all relative.
On a more serious note, my brother-in-law who lives in California recently asked us, “how will you cope if temperatures in NZ rise to 40°C?” He thought he was mocking our weather. Until my husband replied, “we will watch the rest of the world burn at 50°C.” Sadly, that might be true.
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