Punxsutawney Phil made his annual appearance in Punxsutawney, Penn., this morning. According to the prognosticating varmint, we are doomed to six more weeks of winter.
How can you have more of something you haven’t had?
It was 70 deg the other day. This is the mildest winter I can remember in years.
I’m wondering if Phil is having to rely on The Weather Channel app for this years prediction? Or worse…
Is the Weather Channel app relying on Phil?
It was knocking on 70° today. The birds were singing. I think the song was It Might as well Be Spring.
The birds are confused. Hell, I’m confused. This time last year I was breaking my back digging out from the great blizzard of 2011. Today I was out in the Harley getting a cool breeze in my face. There seemed to be a thousand other motorcycles out doing the same thing. What a difference a few months make.
You might remember just a few months back I was bitching about how hot it was. Day after day of temps over 100°. And then one day it was bearable again. It’s like it went from OMG to “isn’t this nice” in the blink of a porch light.
I have a theory I hope proves to be true although I have a poor track record in the prognostication department.
It was so hot for so long this summer it can’t get as cold this winter.
Well, it sounds good on paper but I was missing in action for most of my classes on theory.
I had a theory about Tequila and that didn’t work out too well either.
Winter is nature’s way of saying, “Up yours.” ~Robert Byrne
Hurrican Irene pounded the east coast over the weekend and continues to flood New England in epic fashion.
She lashed the South Carolina coast last Friday as she made her way offshore to a Saturday morning landfall along the Outer Banks. At that time Irene had all the makings of a major catastrophe.
As bad as the flooding in the northeast and the projected eight billion in damages we should be counting our blessings for what didn’t happen rather than moaning over what did. Yes, the relatively few lives lost was tragic, but given a slightly different path or a slightly different travel speed that sent Irene right up the Hudson River and we could be looking at an entirely different aftermath; hundreds or possibly thousands of lives lost.
My prayers go out to my east coast neighbors struggling to deal with the property damage and personal loss.
As always the American Red Cross steps forward as the preeminent global disaster relief organization to reach into the affected communities and provide a helping hand in the face of tragedy.
They’ve been calling it a heat dome. I’ve been calling it simply, “OMG!”
Temperatures soaring above 100° for weeks on end, stealing color from the grass, nourishment from the soil and peace from the inner-spirit. Farmer’s have cursed the relentless ignition of the summer sun, robbing their field of crops and their pockets of income. The unprecedented swelter of 2011 has blanketed middle America for weeks on end with no end in sight.
Through the dog days of summer what little refuge to be found was a small room with the little air conditioner that could — a treasure box of cool air filling the space with escape.
Day after blistering day the dogs would look up, their eyes screaming, “You have got to be kidding me!” Together we fought the battle of summer in that little paradise of coolness, clinging to the little respite and counting the days until the blazing sun would release her scorching grip.
Today the rains came to intervene. The sweet smell of rainwater sifting through the leaves was like perfume, an aroma missing for far too long. The loud crack of thunder and flashing spark signaled a line drawn in the heavens. The rain played hero this morning and I sat on the porch in wonderment and watched puddles dance a celebration of victory, each droplet a little orb of hope for the next coming day.
I’m a little curious. Who pissed off the heat gods? Did summer decide it was tired of playing second fiddle to spring and fall, and say, “Okay guys, back off. I’m in charge now! I’m going to bake the planet like a toll house cookie, dark around the edges and a gooey mess.”
I’m hoping autumn gets tired of the summer bully, steps up a little early and says, “Enough of this crap. Can’t you see what you are doing to the tomatoes?”
So here I sit, living with the little air conditioner that could, until around 3:00 in the afternoon when it says… “You’ve got to be kidding me!”
You know it’s hot when you can’t get cold water from the faucet marked “Cold.”
I just hope Old Man Winter is going to be good to us. Then again… he may be doing his best Jack Nicholson impression…
It’s so hot….
Bird’s are using potholders to dig for worms.
Asphalt is finding its liquid state.
I saw two tree’s fighting over a dog.
Chickens are laying hard boiled eggs.
Cows are giving powdered milk.
Hot water comes out of both taps.
Until you’ve lived through the raw power of nature you can’t fully appreciate the depth of her unforgiving nature.
My thoughts and prayers go out to the citizens of Joplin as they work to recover from this devastating tornado. Search resumed at daylight for more victims.
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Unless you’re vacationing in Tahiti, laid up in a coma, or living deep below a West Virginia cow pasture in a coal mine, you’ve probably heard there’s been a little snow. From Maine to Chicago through the Plain states into North Texas, it’s a snow storm for the ages. In the middle of Oklahoma it started out with heavy sleet around 9:00 p.m. Monday evening, turning into heavy snow after midnight. Blizzard conditions set in and the white stuff fell until late in the afternoon on Tuesday. It was a stroke of good fortune that we only got a foot and never lost power.
A third of the country is buried in snow and temperatures hovering around OMG! For the record – I put snow in the same category as root canals, tax audits, and the Taliban. Today was a shovel the driveway day, broken shovel and all, to see if it was possible to get the vehicle out onto the unplowed streets. I think I’d rather have bamboo shoots pushed under my fingernails or forced to watch Jersey Shore. (The Horror!)
It’s supposed to climb above the freezing mark on Saturday for the first time since Monday evening. It might get all the way up to a balmy 38°. And then fall like a rock back into the teens. Won’t be much snow melting anytime in the near future.
I’m going to leave you with this guy – The Sam Kinison of Weathermen!
And it blows… and it blows… and it blows.
I am asking myself a very important question right now. Why am I not wintering in Key West?
Pearl is bundled up under a big gray tarp wondering the same thing. I actually went out there earlier and knocked the ice and snow off the tarp. When I was done the ground beside her looked like someone had been in a Sno-Cone fight… and the Sno-Cones won.
I’ve enjoyed winter just about as much as I can stand.
Winter is nature’s way of saying, “Up yours.” ~Robert Byrne