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20 June 2017 @ 03:44 pm
Welcome To My Hell-- Part 2  
First, there's this. And? Last Friday hit 99o and every day since then has been 100o or hotter. Our first projected break is next Monday, when it may "only" be 96o. I biked outside Saturday morning, and an hour earlier on Sunday... still too hot. The last couple of days have been in the garage, and still a slog. If I were a morning person like HalfshellHusband, I'd be up and sunblocked by 6:30 or 7:30, and could go out really early. But my Sunday ride started at nine, and I pretty much crept back from the turnaround point.

Stupid weather! This is one of those horrific periods where anything you need to do outside or away from the house has to be finished by 10am, because you will not want to go out after that—even just to drive to somewhere air-conditioned. You'll be soaked in sweat just from riding in the car. Argh. Sacramento, home of summertime cabin fever!

I drove down to San Diego last Wednesday so I could move our daughter home from college. The drive down wasn't too bad, though I caught part of LA's rush hour and the beginning of San Diego's. AND, the hotel where I was staying... was last year's hotel that I had vowed not to return to! But the online picture is totally misleading. I frankly can't imagine from what angle they could photograph the hotel so that it looks like it's next to a sidewalk with the ocean behind it. In reality, it's wedged into a semi-industrial area on an oddly shaped lot, and there are cement walls surrounding it on all sides. Did they just photo-shop out the walls, and the surrounding buildings? This hotel is also six miles down the freeway from where the San Diego traffic really picks up, which is to say, about 40-60 minutes farther than you really want.

After driving all day, I went to the hot and badly appointed gym for about 40 minutes, then back to my room to shower, eat, and finish my Idol story. That had to be done Wednesday night, because I knew I'd be out and then on the road all day Thursday and would have no time to post. :(

Thursday morning, I got lost on the way to my daughter's part of the campus again (but recognized where she'd lived last year! Too late). The campus must be more than a mile across, with several roads through the middle. So, after arriving about 45 minutes later than intended, we set about the project of collecting and moving stuff into her next year's apartment. Fetching the desk, which was the sole reason I'd driven the SUV down (the desk top was almost as big as a door). Then waiting for the used dresser to be delivered, only to discover that the seller couldn't get it into her car and we would have to go pick it up. Plus, ferrying around heavy boxes containing lots of dishes, pots & pans, etc. that will just stay in San Diego over the summer. The new apartment is in a huge and really pretty complex that is fancier than it needs to be, and much farther from the campus than my daughter would like (she let her roommate do too much of the finding, and the roommate has some princess tendencies). The complex also doesn't allow you to park any closer than an illegal fire lane, from which you have to carry everything half a block, up some stairs and through a security door, and then up the elevator and to the apartment itself. /o\

Needless to say, all of this took hours. Hot, sweaty hours in which my daughter finally regretted that dresser (I hadn't been able to persuade her over the phone how heavy it would be, and she'll only be able to use it for about 1 1/2 years. Rolling plastic craft cart—that's the way to go! But noooOOOOOOOooooo...) When we finally left for home, it was after 2:30, so we knew things would not go well. You need to leave SD no later than 1pm to avoid the L.A. rush hour bottleneck, though we were not prepared for the traffic jam to start in San Diego and cover the next 30 miles. We stopped for an early dinner in Santa Ana, rather than sit on the freeway all that time. Her choice was a highly festooned Mexican restaurant ("That place is lit!"), where even the rear parking lot was decorated. Also, there were large Nutcracker figurines inside the restaurant. Sadly, the food was kind of bland.

Back on the freeway about 7pm, trading off driving because we were so tired. Some smelly stops in the lower central valley. Dead stereo about 3 hours from home, though at least it didn't die during my solo trip down there. \o?

Finally home at about 2am on Friday. *thud* Geez, what an ordeal. But we made it safely. And now we just have a couple of days left with her, as she flies out to D.C. early Thursday morning. *cries*

passing_throughpassing_through on June 22nd, 2017 12:33 am (UTC)
Wow! That's unbelievably hot! We don't get weather like that here until July/August time frame. I'm hoping for a mild summer but that's foolish thinking :)

There is nothing more aggravating than working up a sweat between your front door and your car. Then you have to wait for the A/C to kick in while you're sweating through your bra. Fun times!

That's a long drive. I don't like driving long distances when it's extremely hot out. All I can think of is how miserable it would be if my car broke down.

We're lucky because A. is staying in the same student apartment that she was in last year so all she needed to do was bring some of her clothes home. When she goes back in August for her senior year, she'll be driving herself. It will be the first time we won't have to haul a van load of clothes and shoes and various school supplies to Lubbock. I'm going to miss it. K. is getting a new apartment so we need to move her out by end of July so there's no hurry. It's going to be miserable, temperature wise, so we'll probably go down early in the morning before the sun gets too hot.

Did you and your daughter do all of the moving??? That's impressive!

I can't believe you bike in that heat. You must be made of steel :D

The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on June 22nd, 2017 12:46 am (UTC)
I hate just having to sweat in my clothes and not being able to do anything about it. Being in the car and getting soaked reminded me of our trip to Italy some 24 years ago, where it was near 100-degrees AND humid in Rome, and you just had to tolerate your own funk. Ugh.

I hate the drive to San Diego, which is even longer than our trips to Eugene or Disneyland. It's more doing it solo that's the problem. I was better this year, because I didn't spend it trying to stay awake (last year was epically bad on that front).

My daughter and I did all the moving, and she's kind of a weenie. A service elevator would have been wonderful, but no. :( My genius moment was when we tried to move that heavy dresser up to her loft inside the apartment. We made it up about two stairs, and I decided that I wanted to try to "roll" it. I.e., rotate in progressively up the stairs, since they were carpeted. We were careful about it, and it was so much easier than working with those steep, narrow stairs! \o/