Stupid Arizona weather

It's not enough that we've had a couple of weeks of consistent 115-degree weather. Oh no, as charming as that sounds, it's not enough. Even though it has made the only bearable thing about Arizona in the summer, the pool, too hot to swim in a month earlier than usual, there's still more! On Thursday night the monsoon, which began about a week ago (and usually means very little in the grand scheme of things), kicked up with some fury. We got hit with lots of rain, thunder, and lightning, some right by the house. It was kind of cool standing on the porch looking out at the back yard (it was still somewhat hot out, but at least the temperature went down a bit) as the trees whipped in the wind and the rain poured down. I was surprised the kids didn't wake up, because some of the thunder was very loud. Norah did whine at 11.30 or so, but when I went into her room, she was still asleep. Of course, in the morning the pool was green and the floor was covered with mud. How nice. I had to shock it because it was lacking chlorine and brush the floor before I turned the vacuum on, and only a few minutes into the chore, I slipped. And fell in the pool. With my bathrobe on. Needless to say, I was not a happy camper.

Stupid Arizona. Even when we get some much-needed rain, the weather still sucks. Of course, by morning the temperature was back up, plus there was a lot of humidity in the air. That's good stuff.

Sorry. You know I have to rant about the weather here every once in a while. I'll try not to do it again. But, you know, falling in the pool with your bath robe on makes you want to vent.