I’ve wondered, probably more often than I should, how people who live in places with consistently nice weather ever have clean houses. Like those who live in tropical places where the sun always seems to shine except for a passing afternoon thunderstorm that leaves the outside world even better than it was before. Those people, how do they get stuff done?

Maybe it’s because I’m Ohio born and raised, perched just in the temperamental range of the infamous jet stream that they’re always showing us during the weather report. Depending on which side we fall on and where it’s coming from, our weather can be any given condition at almost any given time. Haven’t we all experienced a day in February talking a walk in a T-shirt?

Because our weather changes so often, I find myself making very good excuses about not doing chores and cleaning whenever the outside presents us with an exceptionally nice day. Or even a mediocre day. Because there’s a chance the following day is going to bring hail and 12 hours of dark clouds and a very good reason to stay in and organize my closet.

Summer is the worst season for having sparkling showers and clean windows in my life. Especially summers like the one we’ve had, in which the days have been sunny but not too blazing and the air has been warm, but not too hot. It sadly seems that more often than not each day brings a very good reason to capitalize on summer fun with my family. "Surely it will rain soon," I say, "and then we’ll all catch up on laundry and I’ll go to the store and we can dust off the vacuum and put it to good use. But today it is too nice to stay inside and work." (My children really dig my priorities of housework and summer fun.)

But here we are again, wrapping up our summer before school starts and even the nicest weather and the most perfect temperatures still require you to sit in a classroom and do your homework. And at the time of this writing, the forecast is looking better than ever with a 90 percent chance of us all wearing whatever clothes we can find that are (fairly) clean and an 85 percent chance of me standing at the refrigerator come dinner time, hoping something will miraculously appear so we don’t end up eating a bowl of noodles again for dinner.

I suppose the people in sunny paradise places are just accustomed to taking every day as it comes, able to spend their time doing chores because the next days will be as nice as the one they are living. Maybe someday if I move out of Ohio I’ll experience that, but until then, no one is invited over until the rain hits and the temperature drops.