Isn't it almost June?

Is the weather where you are weirding out? 

Granted, I live in Southern California, and the day-to-day atmospheric conditions that in other places is called 'weather' here usually just means sunny and pleasant. Some days its gets warmer than others, some days are rainy---but honestly very few. In certain parts of the Southland, June can get overcast often enough for it to be known as June Gloom, but in Long Beach we don't really see that (Corrie may disagree by now, after living here for a dozen years (REALLY??)). And in Harbor City, where I work, we never get that atmospheric phenomena. Harbor City is located in a spot that alters its weather patterns relative to the coasts.

Anywho, this year May has been dreary and chilled. The idea of weeks on end of mid-60s as the high temperatures being chilly makes the New Yorker in me laugh. Remember that one day that hits 56 in early March, and everyone's outside in t-shirts and winter hibernation weight barbecuing in the street? After 40 days of being under 30, and 80 days of being under 45, when you approach 60, it's like summer's early.

For Memorial Day we went to our kid's friend's grandmother's condo for a swim party. It may sound convoluted, but we're very close to Gudrun and she watched Camille for a while during the early parts of the pandemic. Now, the weather this past Monday was not particularly warm, but the clouds lifted just in time to trick my camera:

From their balcony

Look at that! It sure looks like a nice a pleasant day. A little later, down on the roof deck where the pool is, the sky still looked as if it were nice out:

This is all so weird. We've ridden bikes to Gudrun's before, as it's in our neighborhood and only a few minutes away, they just live on the beach. I'm not used to being tricked by photography in my own zone.

Later on still, I got a picture for a possible painting exercise, and the sky was back to looking like how it felt:

It was at first bracing in the pool. Eventually, as is naturally the case, you get used to it, and getting out becomes the unpleasant option.

As usual, it was a great time. Happy...summer...?