Okay, whoopie: blogging about the damn weather... when even little things like the pop-up window on the computer telling me "Please wait: scanner is warming up" is almost funny in a quiet, despairing kind of way. And the irony is still warm after canceling my class only a few weeks back because it was around eighty degrees warmer. The only thing stupider now than saying "cold enough for ya?" is cracking dumb jokes about missing the recent
Have I mentioned yet how much I'm gonna miss my outhouse? Remind me later.
Actually looking forward to an elderly Godzilla versus Mothra scenario when this poseur Alaskan sourdough gets to bitch & moan to some crusty old-timer in Maine about what a "real" winter is like. Yeah, grrrr... at least up until the first coastal gale cuts right through my Carhartts and I whine like a puppy tied up out in the yard. *Note: I just Googled how to spell "Carhartt" before realizing I'm wearing not only a Carhartt jacket but also a Carhartt winter cap (yes, while sitting at the computer with my
One of the more crucial details in moving (along with realizing I had no can opener while making dinner last night) is packing away the faithful outside thermometer. Even if ignorance is bliss, there's still the on-line equivalent of weather-geek porn which tells me it's time to take a short drive up to the top of neighboring Ester Dome: the temperature difference in elevation (approx. 1,800 feet) due to inversion is over thirty degrees. This really is a nice little break, believe it or not, even if the local residents don't get my pathetic and weird refugee camp thing. Remember folks, it's all just a matter of perspective...