It’s cold outside. Maybe not as cold as this photo because I took this picture in Canada, but it’s cold. The thermometer in my car said 6 degrees. The thermometer at the bank said 3. Either way you slice it, it’s cold. Really effing cold (sorry mom).
I picked the princess up at school today because she was supposed to have a riding lesson. Wandering aimlessly in front of my car was a boy with no coat on. Seriously? No coat? It is six degrees outside! Or three! Then I saw a girl wearing flip flops! Flip flops! Now I never would have worn flip flops when it was six degrees out. Or three. Of course part of the reason for that is my high school did not even allow sandals. Never mind flip flops.
Now, I remember high school (I’m not that old). I remember not wearing a hat because it would mess up my hair. I remember not zipping up my coat so it wouldn’t cover up my outfit. But I never would have gone without a coat. I don’t know if I was just more sensible or just that much of a wuss. But really, no coat? That’s crazy talk.
I have somehow lost an entire week. How very careless of me. For some insane reason I thought I still had another week before Christmas. But no, it turns out Christmas is next week. On the 25th. Like always. I really don’t know what I was thinking.
We are doing Secret Santa at work this week and I am having a lot of fun with it. I will tell you more about it later if I remember. But on the off chance my secret santa might see this, mum’s the word for now.
And speaking of work, things at the bookstore are crazy busy. This is to be expected. I am enjoying it. Although I do wish I understood why so many people who are Christmas shopping are so crabby. Christmas shopping is fun! You shouldn’t be crabby, you should be enjoying yourself. And don’t forget to take a candy cane from the basket on your way in or out. Or on your way in and on your way out if you really like candy canes.
It looks like we are going to have a winter storm here tomorrow, which is kind of stressing me out in the way that winter storms always do. Especially since I have to work until 9 tomorrow night, which means I will probably be driving home mid-blizzard. I am not excited about this.
And finally, the Christmas knitting is almost done. The key word there is almost. Knit without ceasing.
That is all.
Courtesy of the NASA website (and thanks to my friend F for posting it on Facebook:
Make way for the Four Horsemen of the Snowpocalypse
We have had a lot of snow this winter. And while we managed to avoid the smackdown the Mid-Atlantic took this weekend we have, in my opinion, more than enough. Here is our driveway featuring the White Cliffs of Dover:
Here is the C-man standing next to the cliffs for a sense of scale:
Oh, and just so you know, he’s about 4 feet tall.
We have some really good icicles on the front of the house too, but the photos didn’t turn out. Maybe I’ll try again tomorrow if you’re lucky.
We have had freezing fog all weekend. It is kind of freaky. It just looks like regular fog, but when the moisture in the fog touches something colder than 32 degrees, it freezes. Nifty isn’t it? Apparently in some areas it is called hoarfrost.
I like freezing fog better. It sounds much more sinister, and also more romantic. Freezing fog conjures up images of Heathcliff and Catherine on the frozen moors, hoarfrost just sounds like more damn winter weather.
And so, here are some pictures of freezing fog. I think it is really pretty. It’s too bad I don’t like winter more because it can be very beautiful.
It is 65 degrees here right now. Yep, the thermometer says we have 65 whole degrees, in the middle of July. Usually it is so hot this time of year that even I won’t go outside, but this year the weather is letting me down. It has been cold and crappy all summer. I am not enjoying this. At this rate, we will just segue right into fall, skipping summer entirely. I am not best pleased.
I love really hot summer weather. I don’t even mind the humidity. In my opinion this is the best thing about living in the Midwest. It helps make up for all the ice storms and blizzards we have to put up with all winter. And this year I am getting cheated.
Of course if you choose to look at the bright side we are saving a ton of money on air conditioning. And I don’t feel bad about not buying a pool pass this year; we’ve only managed to get there twice.
Speaking of pool passes, would you like to know where my children are right now? They are at the pool. Yep, they are swimming with their day camp today. Why? Because they are insane. I also noticed that the C-man forgot his towel. I hope he doesn’t get hypothermia.
It’s snowing here. Son of a biscuit. When it hit the mid-60s last week I really thought we were done with this.
Tom is in Portland so the kids and I are having a lazy weekend. My standards slip dramatically when Tom isn’t home. Last night the children had Lunchables for dinner. Pass the Mother of the Year crown. I had taco pie. I love taco pie and Tom does not so I always make one when he isn’t home.
The C-man has been working on putting together a Star Wars Lego ship. He is doing pretty well, but he got frustrated earlier and had the following outburst:
I HATE Legos. Legos are the most low-tech toy ever. That’s why they’re so idiotic. A baby could put these together but I can’t do it. ARRRRGH.
He finally managed to pull it together though. Now he is upstairs having some kind of Star Wars Lego epic battle. I have been told not to touch anything.
It is finally snowing here. The weathermen have been predicting an apocalyptic storm for the past two days. They have said things like “6-10 inches of snow! Accumulations of an inch to two inches per hour! Abandon hope all who enter here!” And so far, not much is happening.
I suspect the weather people are overselling this one because in January we got slammed and nobody said a word about it ahead of time. So they are overcompensating.
I have to tell you though, all day you could feel the storm coming. There was definitely that sense of impending doom, that grey stillness you get around here before you get hammered. I don’t know if it has something to do with barometric pressure or if it’s just psychological but there is a certain pre-snow atmosphere that says “Bad Things are about to happen”.
Now I feel guilty though because I cancelled Princess O’s riding lesson for this afternoon based on the earlier, much more pessimistic forecast. She was not best pleased. Hell hath no fury like a Princess whose riding lesson has been cancelled. But the good news is she is rescheduled for tomorrow morning, and frankly, I would rather not have her on a horse on Friday the 13th anyway, that’s just asking for trouble.
Fear of Friday the 13th is called paraskavedekatriaphobia. I definitely have that. I am a very superstitious person by nature and Friday the thirteenths make me nervous. I threatened to make the children wear full body armor made out of Nerf or bubble wrap today. They refused. Foolish children.
Fear of the number 13 is called Triskaidekaphobia. Everybody knows the number 13 is unlucky. Do they really have to have such a fancy name for taking sensible precautions? Yeesh.
Here are some more interesting facts about the number 13.
Oh, and spring training started today. On Friday the 13th. I will try not to read anything into that regarding the Cubs chances this year.
Spring is teasing us
My backyard is a lake. I don’t think it will be long before we are able to launch small watercraft out there.
It has been lovely here the last few days. Today it was up in the 50’s! The 50’s I tell you! Amazing. So all the snow is melting. That’s the good news.
The bad news is the ground underneath the snow is still frozen. Several weeks of nearly constant single digit to sub-zero temperatures will do that. So all the snow melts, and it just sits there because the ground can’t absorb it.
Meanwhile, the weather is so warm I feel like the children should be outside, but they lack the proper equipment. Namely, a set of waders. The Princess made do this afternoon with a few laps around the driveway, and pronounced it awesome, but I wish the ground would dry out.
I wonder how long we have before the next ice storm.
I know I have been going on about this, and I am sorry, but winter is really pissing me off. Actually, the weather has warmed up here, which is nice. It was 45ish degrees today. But of course once it got dark the temperatures dropped back below freezing. So that means all those nice puddles of melting snow have frozen again. There is black ice everywhere.
The C-man had scouts last night. When we were walking back to the car, he slipped on a patch of black ice and fell onto his back. He hit his head and his elbow. And, after he fell on the ice, he kept sliding, and slid under the car. Under the car people. Did you get that?
Fortunately his head and shoulders were still sticking out from behind the rear bumper so I could grab his hand and help him get out.
Of course, I yelled his name as he fell, and he was afraid I was mad at him. He was upset. I was upset, we were all upset. It was not a good moment.
Luckily he seems to be fine, I think he was more freaked out than hurt. But I am so done with all this ice and crap.