I am not going to complain about the heat - even though we broke the record for most triple digit days. I am not even going to complain about the water bill - even though it was over $200 for ONE month!
I am complaining about the drought. Why? Because I thought there was hope. I thought with August comes the gulf hurricanes and we usually get some rain off of that. We usually get enough rain to flood, close the highways for a day or two and then the water level rises, the grass grows back, the water bills go down and we are all happy and up to our ears in water.
Here we are -in August and not a cloud in the sky. I went online and it looks as though the hurricanes that we expected aren't coming until September - another record. The last time hurricane season came so late was 1941.
You might be thinking, "gee bex, you sure are cruel and cold hearted. people are left homeless and destitute because of hurricanes." Well yes. And my heart goes out to them. I don't want anyone to be left in tragedy - but the truth is that hurricanes effect more than the areas they hit. In this case, the storms go all the way to San Antonio and we NEED them. We have these summer droughts every year and every year its hurricane season to the rescue. Its a mixed bag of emotions. I am so grateful for rain but I wish there was another way.
San Antonio has such a fickle climate. It wants to be a desert then it wants to be deciduous. Then it wants to a desert again. I'm the same way though. I want short hair, then I want long hair, then I get it all chopped off again for short hair.
In this diagram below, my county (mine, as if i own it) is in D4 stage drought.
Is it possible for drought to drive a person mad? Really. I get upset with my kids over spilling a glass of water or flushing.the.toilet. I might be getting a little crazy and I am positive that some rain - some real substaintial rain - will make me sane once more.