Showing posts with label weather. Show all posts
Showing posts with label weather. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 7, 2018

I Didn't Say It Was a Good Decision

Hey, Friends.

It's been a while. I didn't really have much to say, so rather than bore you all to tears I just didn't post anything. You didn't miss much. We had a storm here in the North East at the end of last week. You might have heard about it. I lost power for about a day, which is nothing in the grand scheme of things. I have friends who still haven't gotten their power restored yet. I consider myself lucky that mine was restored so quickly. I think it also helps that I live in a more heavily populated area near major intersections that need functioning traffic lights. There are some pretty terrible drivers on a good day, but it gets much worse when they are free-styling how to deal with a busy intersection.

And now it's snowing again. It's supposed to be a pretty bad storm according to the forecast. The library even closed for the day, although I already had the day off since I have to work Saturday.

What's the point of my rambling? I'm getting there. Just chill out, have a cup of coffee (that's what I'm doing) and relax.

My parents are away for a few days, so I have to go and take care of their cats -- both indoor and the feral cats that hang out in their yard. I stopped by last night and loaded all of them up on food in case the roads were too bad to get over there this morning. (Don't worry about the outdoor cats, Friends. My parents have built them little houses in various parts of the yard, complete with warm fuzzy blankets inside to snuggle up and keep warm.)

I woke up this morning to see the alert that work was closed. I was more than a little surprised to look outside and see that the roads looked perfectly fine. Less than an inch of snow, and that was only sticking to the trees and grass. This was great though because now I could go and feed the cats at my parents' house again. I still wasn't thrilled that it was snowing again, but at least no shoveling was involved at this point.

This is my "not happy about the snow" face, taken in my parents' drive way. It's also my "I'm not putting on makeup just to go buy coffee and feed the cats" look.


All the little fur babies were happy to see me. The indoor cats were all lonely and wanted to be cuddled. The outdoor cats were stoked to see me and met me at their food bowls. One of them was giving me a look that said, "You're late. Breakfast was expected much earlier than this."

I went home, and the snow kind of tapered off to nothing. Not that I want to get all of the snow that was in the forecast, but what the hell?

I got distracted by the internet, and a couple hours later I noticed that it was snowing again. Maybe the storm is arriving now. Let's go look outside and see what's happening! I can at least fill the bird feeder. (I make my own fun. And it might be of the boring variety. Sorry if you're just figuring that out right about now.)


Nothing. There is a whole lot of not very exciting things happening.


And then the coffee kicked in and my brain decided to start coming up with ideas. Enjoy my inner monologue, Friends.

The roads still look perfectly fine. Maybe the storm is just arriving a little later than expected. It's not snowing that hard right now...and I'm kind of bored already. I'll be stuck in the house later if it gets really bad out, so why not take advantage of the situation and go out and take some pictures? That is an awesome idea, brain! But where to go? Don't want to go too far just in case the storm suddenly kicks in to high gear...but some pictures with the snow would be really pretty. Rail trail, maybe? It should still be clear and passable if the roads are clear, right? Worst case scenario it's not and a different destination will have to be chosen. Decision = made.

So I threw on some boots and a coat and headed off to one of the trail heads. In what should be a surprise to no one, I was the only person crazy enough to be there today. Shocker.

It was snowing a bit harder than when I left, but nothing too bad. I figured it would still be fine to walk around for a while and take a few pictures.

Looks fine, if a bit desolate. 




The creek looks pretty

I had just finished trying to get the above picture when I noticed that the snow had started to change. No longer was it the little flurry it had been when I left my house, or even the bigger flakes that it had been when I arrived. It had now progressed to little freaking pellets that were bouncing off of my coat and everything else. I decided that was my cue to leave.

I hadn't gotten very far on my walk at all, so it was a short trip back to my car. I tried to get a picture of the little ice/snow pellet things that were sticking to my hair and coat. It looked like some had dumped little Styrofoam balls all over me. 

The picture came out weird, Friends. That's the best description I have for it. I don't know if it's because I was wearing mostly black and everything else was very light colored. Maybe the camera (I use my iPhone, kids) couldn't focus well on the little white pellets falling in front of the white picture on my hoodie. Maybe my hand was a lot less steady than I thought it was. It came out with this white foggy thing going on in the picture -- not quite a double image, but not really a continuous streak like my hand was in motion. I have no idea what the hell I did to make this happen, and probably couldn't do it again if I tried.

Look at the little pellets!  Also, the rabbit on my hoodie might be possessed. 

I'm happy to report that even with the little pellets falling and my hoodie looking like it has it's own ghostly aura attached to it, I made it home without a problem. 

Was it the best decision to go out and try to take pictures during a snow storm? Probably not. Don't be like me, Friends. Stay inside where you are probably nice and warm. Watch the snow fall and drink a cup of hot cocoa or something.

**2:15 update**

It would seem that storm has finally decided to get serious about the snow. Good thing I headed home when I did. 


I learned nothing from my earlier adventure and went outside to shoot this for you, Friends. And then I proceeded to shut the back door hard enough on the way out that the lock flipped, and I had to trudge around to the front door to get back inside. Again, don't be like me. Stay the hell inside and take pictures from the window. I should really listen to my own advice.










Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Ice Ice Baby

Hey, Friends.

We got a little bit of an ice storm last night, right on the heels of a lovely weekend that felt more like Spring than Winter.  So many people told me that it was just going to be rain.  I didn't believe them. When it comes to to the weather I listen to Hudson Valley Weather as they tend to be a lot more accurate and specific to our area.  Their forecast said sleet and possibly snow, and they were right!

This was the very start or it last night, just in time for the drive home from work.



Last night, as the ice was falling, I decided I should wander around and take some pictures.  Luckily for me we have a delayed opening at work today, so I had extra time for more pictures this morning. Might as well make the best of it if everything is going to be an icy mess.

From last night.  Look how pretty the ice looks!


The hydrangea in my garden last night, coated with ice.


Same former flowers in daylight.


That's my back yard. No, that really is the whole thing. You can see my garage on the top left, my neighbors blue garage/shed on the right, and the bottom of the fence in the back.  It was so cruddy that even the deer don't appear to have been out galavanting in my yard, or raiding the bird feeder.


It actually got inside the lingering husks on my Rose of Sharon.


Already starting to melt a bit in the front of the house.  (That was my anise plant).


Neighbor's tree is a little weighed down.  Hopefully it melts before it breaks.



My car in its ice cocoon.


I could actually see and feel the individual little pellets while cleaning off the car.



Why yes, I did buy it just for the name.


It looks like I led a Smurf massacre on my front walkway.


The Highway Department seems to have done a pretty kick-ass job, so hopefully getting to work in a bit will be nice and easy.


That's what I've been up to for the last 12 hours or so, Friends.  Well...including sleeping, of course. I hope you have better weather wherever you are reading this! 

I'll leave you with this: shoveling ice is a bitch.  It's heavy as hell and that plow wake is no joke. 

Monday, January 18, 2016

Apparently I Am a Slow Learner



Hey, Friends.

You know how you are supposed to learn from your mistakes?  Or the ever popular saying, "Those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it."?  It's a very good point and a good lesson. Screw up really badly once, and you probably won't do it again.  Look at how horrible some things in our collective human history have been and make sure that you do your part to keep it from happening again.

Apparently I am a very slow learner when it comes to one thing, because I keep making the same mistake over and over again.  I'm not talking about something hugely important in the grand scheme of things -- more like a highly annoying lapse in common sense.

I'm talking about the weather, Friends. I seem to have a blind spot when it comes to taking the weather into account beyond a brief passing thought.

Call it a flaw, or a habit....maybe a personality quirk would be the nicest way of phrasing it.  I get it in my head that I want to do something, and then I just do it.  I don't stop to put a lot of planning into it. I like to consider it being impulsive, determined, or goal-oriented.  Stubborn or stupid could also be applicable, depending on the circumstances.

Let me give you a recent example that demonstrates what I mean.



Yeah.  Going on a hike when it's humid as hell and 90 degrees outside isn't the brightest move in the first place.  Deciding to wear black?  That was just incredibly stupid on my part.  My great decision making process: looking out the window of my house, deciding it was too nice to stay indoors, and heading out.  I didn't bother to check the weather or the temperature before I left.  The window says it looks lovely.

I was so dehydrated after that, folks.  I swore to myself that I was never going to be that dumb again. It takes all of about 30 seconds to check the weather forecast. From now on I was going to slow my roll long enough to take that into account.

And it worked, for a little while.

Then there was the time I had the day off and decided to go hike over in Minneswaska.  The park was beautiful, as always.  And I only got rained on a little bit.  Yeah.  I knew the skies were overcast here when I was leaving, but I went anyway without checking the weather.  Why?  Because I wanted to and it probably wouldn't rain....at least not too hard.  (In my own defense, the sun did come out for a little while.  And I was not the only person silly enough to be out hiking at that time.)

Which brings us to today, Friends.  Third time in less than 6 months I did the same. damn. thing.

When I say I am a slow learner at this particular lesson, Friends, I mean I am sloooooooooow.  This was yesterday.  Yesterday!



What the hell is wrong with me that I could not get it in my head to check the weather before going outside again today?

I have the day off.  I looked out the window, decided it looked nice and sunny, and thought it would be a good day to go and wander around a bit, take some pictures.  I vaguely remembered that it felt colder than anticipated yesterday, so I made sure to bring some gloves this time.  It is winter, after all. Did I stop to check the temperature before I left?  Of course not!

Friends, I would not blame you in the slightest for thinking that I am a complete moron at this point, or a gigantic airhead.  I would agree with you at the moment.  I'm beginning to think I have some sort of serious mental block when it comes to checking the weather.

I got to my destination and realized it was a bit chillier than I had assumed.  Then came the wind. Holy shit!  This was going to be the briefest of excursions because I had not realized how windy it was outside.

Do you know what the temperature was, Friends?  Of course you don't. -- and why would you.  I do now, because I finally decided to check the weather app on my phone when I was done and got back in the car:  26 degrees, "feels like" 11.  Eleven fucking degrees, and I'm out frolicking about, taking pictures and thinking that I really should have dressed warmer.

I'm hoping maybe the lesson has been learned and has sunk in this time.  I'm going to share the pictures I took today so that my little bout of insanity feels like it had a point.  You can look at them while I sit here drinking coffee and attempting to thaw myself out.  Or not.  It's a free world -- you can do as you like.

Either way, have a nice day folks.  And remember to check the weather before you go outside. Maybe at least one of us will learn a lesson from all of this.



Morgan Lake is starting to get icy.

Geese, who apparently think nothing of hanging out in frigid water.  Maybe they are doing their own Goose Polar Bear Plunge.

Not you too, swan!  You all need to head to warmer climes.  You're making me worry that you will freeze to death!

For real, guys.  The ice is starting to encircle you.  That can't be a good thing.













Thursday, November 13, 2014

Think You Are Out of Luck

One of our younger patrons came in to the library this afternoon, and he was all excited because he heard it was supposed to snow tonight.  The following conversation took place...

Boy: Do you know it is supposed to snow?

Me: Someone told me that earlier this afternoon, that we might get--

Boy: Could you check the weather report?  What does it say?  Are we getting snow?

Me:  Just a sec, I'm bringing it up now.  It says 70% chance of rain and snow, less than an inch of accumulation. 

Boy:  How much is an inch?  Do you think I'll get a snow day?

Me:  An inch is only like this much, dude. (I showed him with my fingers.)  Maybe you'll get a delay if you are really lucky. 

Boy:  I hope I get a snow day!

Me:  Well, you better go home and start doing the Snow Day Dance to try and make it happen!  Good luck!

Boy: Maybe I'll see you tomorrow -- after it snows!

Me: I'll be here!

And the patrons in line behind him thought he was so cute to be that excited about possibly getting an inch of snow. I did my part to help out his cause by not getting out my snow shovel. Maybe that will make Mother Nature bring enough snow to at least get the kid a two-hour delay. 

UPDATE:  Think my friend will be going to school unless the weather gets a lot worse overnight. Below is a picture of what the snow has amounted to so far. 




Sorry, little buddy!  Better luck next time!


Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Hershey Park aka Vacation Clusterf#*k

I'll begin with a quote from my 11 year old niece, from 11:30 last night as we were driving back home: 

 "They say it is the sweetest place on Earth, Aunt Tammy, not the happiest.  That's Disney World.  We should just go there from now on."

We were supposed to be in Hershey from Monday until today.  The first day was fine, really.  We arrived early, check-in at The Hershey Lodge was a breeze.  Our room smelled a bit stale and lemony, but it was clean.  My major pet peeve was with Hershey Park itself.  Now, maybe it is because I am from New York and expect people to do their job in a timely and efficient manner, even when I am on vacation, or I may just have a very low tolerance for bullshit in general, but Disney this was not.  We were only at the second ride for the kids to go on (My nephew is Hershey Bar height for the rides), and I was already getting irked.  The kids, and all of the other little ones waiting for the ride, sat there waiting in their cars for the ride to start for several minutes while 4 park employees -- presumably at least one of which should have been manning the ride -- stood around chatting before anyone even started to check to make sure the kids were buckled in safely.  The ride was full.  They weren't waiting to fill up seats.  On a few rides the kids were left to unlock themselves and get out.  WTF.  Not cool, Hershey.  A six year old should not have to figure out how to undo the ride mechanism to get out.

Hershey's Chocolate World, on the other hand, was incredibly busy but much more well organized.  They had someone there to meet you coming through the door.  He gave us a map, told us where the free ride was, explained all the things you could do there.  

Day two things started going much better. The gentleman doing the valet parking in front of Hershey Lodge told us, for the first time anywhere, that we could get a free bottle of water from him to take to Hershey Park with us, and he told us that the permanent concession stands in Hershey Park itself would had to give you free glasses of ice water if you asked.  No one had mentioned that the day before, either at the lodge or in the park.

We went to Hershey Gardens, and checked out the Children's Garden, the Butterfly House, and walked the other gardens for the morning.  The staff could not have been nicer, including the tram diver.  We got more information from her and the valet gentleman that morning than from anyone else during the trip!  The kids had a great time, did a scavenger hunt in the Children's Garden, and as a prize for finishing they each got to choose a full-size garden tool to bring home!  My nephew chose a red shovel "so he can dig up worms to go fishing", and my niece chose a purple hoe -- I think mostly because it was purple.

We had planned to go to the water park for the afternoon, but changed plans when we started seeing severe thunderstorm warnings.  My nephew does not like thunderstorms on a good day, so taking him to the far end of the park was not a good plan.  Instead we went back to the park and went on more rides.  My nephew cajoled my mother into going on the Coal Cracker log flume ride.  She didn't like it and said it was, "a roller coaster with water," and my nephew thought it was hysterical that he had gotten Grandma to go on the ride. 

It had been a long, hot day of walking so we headed back to the lodge to eat dinner.  We were almost done with dinner at The Bear's Den when the trouble started.  Thank goodness we were eating there, or we would have had no clue what was going down!  It's set up like a sports bar, so they had the main television showing the recap of Germany crushing Brazil in the World Cup.  All of a sudden it gets the alert on the big screen that there is a tornado warning for the area.  I know my mother and my niece saw it, but we told my nephew it was just a warning about a thunderstorm.

Shortly before 8pm, as we were trying to pay the bill for dinner, the power went out.  We got that sorted and headed back to the main lobby of the lodge.  Power seemed to be out to all parts of the lodge, and it was absolutely pouring outside.  Our phones were dead and charging in the room, so we couldn't check those.  Since our room had an entrance from outside we decided to wait in the lobby until it stopped raining quite so hard.  My nephew was getting nervous, but he was sitting down and being so good, and his sister was right there with him to take care of him.  

Did I mention there was some kind of giant dance competition taking place in the convention center of the lodge?  Oh yeah.  My niece said it looked like the tv show Dance Moms come to life.  We were sitting patiently, watching the lodge staff bugging out, running all over trying to deal with the power outage and guest questions, when a freaked out dance girl came running up to the group of people sitting next to us to ask very loudly, "Oh my God, is it a tornado?  My phone says we are in a tornado!" and started crying. Fucking perfect.  My poor little nephew didn't say anything, just got really tense and kept sitting on the floor.

A few minutes later a hotel staff member yells to everyone that there is a tornado, and we need to evacuate to the ballrooms on the convention side of the building.  My mother grabbed my nephew's hand, I took my niece.  That was pretty much the last direction anyone actually gave in what would quickly become a giant clusterfuck.

We head over the the convention area -- aka Dance Competition Central -- as we had no other alternative.  We followed the crowd through a room and down some stairs.  There is no hotel staff to be seen anywhere, telling anyone what to do.  We still weren't below ground anywhere, and there were windows all along one side of the building.  What the hell kind of evacuation plan was this shit?  A woman near us, also not with the dance competition, was commenting on what a bad idea it was.  Eventually we made it into one of the ballrooms labeled as a dressing room for some of the dance groups.  Another family of people from Massachusetts was right behind us, also trying to figure out what we were supposed to be doing.  We entered a room with different groups of freaked out, crying girls in dance outfits with a few adults trying to keep them calm.  We moved the kids away from the doors, toward the other wall, and out from beneath any chandeliers.  One staff member in a brown shirt, I don't know if he was convention staff or maintenance as I had never seen a staff member in this color shirt anywhere before, had a radio and told everyone to get into the ballroom.  My mother and the woman from Massachusetts closed all of the doors in case the windows in the hallway broke.

That would be when my little nephew lost it and started crying.  All of the kids were freaked out and crying.  I was trying to keep my niece -- who was being so brave and strong, and did not cry once  -- from getting freaked out.  I didn't find out until later that my nephew had asked my mother if we were all going to die.

After spending several minutes in this chaos, with no sign of a hotel employee of any kind, my mother opened  a door on the other side of the ballroom to try to find out what the hell was going on.  She found a man in a bright green t-shirt, I think it said he was from Alley Cats dance studio, who said they were just told to move further into the lodge to a more interior ballroom.  I grabbed the kids and we followed them.  We got to an interior, windowless ballroom.  There was a waiter there from one of the restaurants.  He had no information about what was going on, or how long we were supposed to be there-- he had been told to report to that area.

A short while later another lodge employee, in a brown shirt once again, came in and told us we could back to the lodge.  My mother asked what that meant -- was it safe, was the storm over, etc.  He said we had been at "F5" level, but it had gone down to "F4" now and it was okay to go back to the lobby.  My mother asked if that meant there had been a tornado.  The employee said yes, a tornado had been spotted and touched down, that was why they had evacuated.  The lady from Massachusetts, whose family had joined us in the evacuation fun time, asked if maybe they should wait until it was down to a safer level before telling everyone it was okay. The guy in the brown shirt explained, "I don't know ma'am.  I'm just telling you what I am hearing over my radio.  They are saying it is okay for people to return to the lobby."

Gentlemen in brown shirts -- I don't know what part of the staff you make up at Hershey Lodge, but you are rock stars!  You were the only ones around for most of the chaos trying to help people, and you were the only ones with any kind of information.  Job well done!  You were professional and calm in the face of a lot of freaked out people and kids.  Kudos to you!

It was only when we had walked halfway back up and over to the lobby, in a stream of hundreds of other people, that my nephew asked to stop and fix his shoes.  He had taken them off when we were sitting in the lobby before being told to evacuate, and he had been hurrying so much and so scared he had put his Crocs on the wrong feet.  He had kept them on that way the entire time, never saying a word about it because he had been so freaked out.

We went back to the lobby to wait, since the power was still out.  A teenage guy from Montauk came over and sat with us for a bit.  He asked if we knew what was going on, had there been a tornado, etc.  We told him what we knew.  His friend's sister was in the dance competitions, so he had come with his friend to go to the park for the weekend and they didn't know what was going on.  

Lodge staff was running around like crazy.  Guests finally took it upon themselves to open the doors to the patio area since it was getting really hot in the lobby and the air conditioning obviously wasn't working without power.

My niece told me that they have better tornado drills in school in Texas, and that people didn't seem to know what they were doing.

Once we saw that it had stopped raining, we headed back to our hotel room.  We didn't know if we would be able to get in, since the power was still out, but it would be cooler just to sit outside if we couldn't open the door.  The door opened!  I was able to get my phone, and we tried to figure out what to do.

My nephew was feeling much calmer, hugging his friends (stuffed animals) an sitting in the hotel room.  He told us, "Miss Carmen (his day care provider back in Corpus Christi) does tornado drills and fire drills. We practice what to do. Miss Carmen says that you should get in the bath tub if there is a tornado. "  Excellent job, Miss Carmen!  I think he would have been even more upset if he didn't have those practice skills to think about!

We checked out the lobby again, and determined that power was apparently going to be out for quite a while.  The hotel staff was starting to hand out flashlights to guests -- apparently this was their back-up plan.  We decided to check out and head back home to New York.  I don't think my nephew would have slept at all if we had decided to stay.

A lot of other people decided to leave as well.  Judging from the license plates leaving and at the check-out parking area, a large number of people from New York and New Jersey all decided they had had enough and were leaving.  We packed up, and I kept the kids occupied while my mother wrangled with the front desk staff.  She said they were very nice.  They did not charge her for last night, since we were leaving, and they refunded the zoo tickets we were supposed to have used today.  

Half the street lights were out when we left the lodge property, and half of the businesses as well.  We found a gas station that was opened, fueled up and hit the road.  My nephew fell asleep almost immediately, as soon as we told him we were out of Hershey and headed home to New York.  My niece stayed up for a couple of hours before drifting off for a bit.

The drive wasn't too bad.  Not nearly as much construction work as on the way down, and we didn't hit any of the rain or storms that were all over the North East last night.  My nephew sort of half-woke up around 1am and wanted to know if we were still going to see the zoo before he fell asleep again.  We got home around 1:30 this morning.  The Mid-Hudson Bridge has never been a more welcome sight!  

I don't know what our plans are for today. I do know that I had promised the kids we would get big fancy ice creams after we went swimming last night, so they are most definitely getting them at some point today!  They were so brave and so good during all of the chaos!  They handled it better than a lot of the grown-ups who were yelling and freaking out, and the teenagers who were screaming and crying.  

**EDIT: Found this on the internet this morning:  





Chocolate Avenue in Hershey, from WGLA gallery linked above








Sunday, April 6, 2014

Camping Memories

Yesterday I went on a hike in Bowdoin Park with a friend.  I've been to the park several times, but something about hiking through the woods made me think back to my days as a Girl Scout.  We had some interesting camping experiences, one of which was at this particular park.

My mother was one of my troop leaders, and our troop was together pretty much from day one of Brownies until we all moved on to other things in high school.  We had a lot of good times, but several camping experiences are memorable for the things that went wrong.

For example, I vividly remember one time when we were camping in Bowdoin Park.  We were staying in the lodge there, thankfully, because the weather was most uncooperative.  It rained the entire time.  I don't mean a little sprinkle -- more like Noah should have been building the f#$king ark behind the building. A homeless man tried to climb into the building through a window.  I'm sure he had probably been staying there all along and was just as surprised to see a bunch of Girl Scouts as we were scared shitless to see him. I also remember the board path through the marsh area, as we walked through that several times. By the end of the weekend everyone had to hike back out to the main road because the road to the cabin was such a spectacularly muddy mess that no vehicles could get in.  Fun times!

There was also the Camp Out With the Caterpillars.  I think we were at Sharpe Reservation for that fantastic adventure.  It was supposed to be a regular camp out, but it is memorable for the tent caterpillars.  They were incredibly bad in this area for a few years.  On that camping experience they were so bad that we had to wear a bandana or a hat whenever we were outside because it was literally raining caterpillars down from the trees.   I remember when we were leaving that we turned up the radio in the car because the caterpillars were so thick on the ground that we could hear them squishing as the car drove over them.  Did you know it is possible for squashed caterpillars to make the road slick enough that a car will lose traction, and roll back down a hill?  Totally happened.  I was in the car and my mother was driving.

A third awesome camping experience was at the Jubilee held at the Dutchess County Fairgrounds.  That was really interesting because there were so many troops there.  I remember all of my troop being incredibly jealous that a troop of older girls got to order pizza for dinner, and we had to cook ours over the fire -- you know, like Girl Scouts are supposed to do.  There was also supposed to be bad thunderstorms and lightning, so the organizers made everyone go and sit in the permanent exhibition halls that are on the fairgrounds.  We diligently went up into the hall, and the people in charge kept telling us to move back and sit against the walls so that everyone could fit inside.  My mother took one look at what was going on and told all of us to move away from the wall.  Why?  The fairgrounds are pretty flat, until you get to the area with the halls which are up on a hill, and the halls happen to be made out of metal.  They had moved everyone into big metal buildings on the highest point around, and then told us all to sit back against the big lightning rod.

We had other camp outs that went much better, of course.  Those stand out in my memory simply for the extraordinary circumstances we found ourselves in.

Shout Out to Troop 154!  We were awesome!


Sunday, November 24, 2013

Don't Let It Snow

So right now the weather forecast for Thanksgiving, and the day before, is still up in the air.  We are supposed to get a big storm.  No one seems sure yet whether it will be a lot of rain and wind, ending with some snow, or whether it will be a ton of snow.

Personally, I never want it to be snow.  I am not a snow fan.  It is pretty once, then it is just a giant pain in the ass.  I don't like shoveling it, I hate having to scrape off the car, and I don't like driving in it.  I don't ski, so there is really nothing enjoyable about it in my book.

It really just drives me nuts that, on the local forecast page on Facebook, people are all excited and saying how much they hope we get tons of snow.

Really?  You want a ton of snow the day before Thanksgiving and into Thanksgiving itself?  Because it is pretty?

To me that reads as, "I like snow and think it would be really pretty to have lots at Thanksgiving!  Also, I don't have to travel at all so I don't give a shit about anyone else."

Why in the world would anyone wish for a major snow storm on two of the busiest travel days?  You want people to be stuck in an airport for the holiday?  That would be a less than stellar Thanksgiving.

You think it would be awesome for there to be a ton of accidents while people try to drive, or walk, to their more local destinations to be with family and friends?  I'm sure all of the paramedics and firemen who would then have to go out on the bad roads appreciate that as well -- especially if they are so busy more people have to get called in to cover.  Or maybe everyone else should just be willing to spend the holiday at home, not with their family, because the snow would be so pretty.

How about all of the highway employees who would have to be out?  Totally cool for them to be out, trying to clear the roads and keep them passable, right?  I'm sure they won't mind missing Thanksgiving with their families because you want it to snow really hard.

Or the poor people who work retail, for corporations that clearly don't give a shit about anything other than the almighty dollar?  (I'm looking at you, K-Mart.  Opening at 6am Thanksgiving morning.  WTF.)  I would be willing to bet that the majority of people who got scheduled to work that day aren't happy about it.  So you want to wish for bad weather to make it even worse to have to go to work that day?  Makes perfect sense!  Let's hope the weather is really bad, then the roads will be bad, and now these poor people can have a longer and more dangerous trip to work.  They really deserve to be punished for trying to keep the job they have!  I'm sure they wouldn't have to worry about being fired if they called in that day.  They already work for a business that cares more about getting people to come buy more shit they don't really need than about the employees spending a holiday with their families.  I'm sure the same corporate overlords would be totally understanding if someone can't make it in because of the weather.

Sorry.  This turned into a rant.  You want to wish for a shit-ton of snow?  Be my guest -- just do it on a different day.

(As a side note:  no one should be shopping on Thanksgiving.  I don't care how great the sale is, or how much you think you need the latest and greatest whatever.  You are part of the problem.  If you keep going shopping on Thanksgiving, then all the stores are going to see is that they can make $$, and then they will open even earlier the next year.  This guy summed it all up really well here.)




Monday, April 16, 2012

Weather theory

I Think the Cold Weather Makes People Fat

Now, before anyone goes jumping down my throat about my idea being total crap, understand that I am not saying it is the only thing that makes people fat.  I think it is a contributing factor.  It's a theory people.  Get a grip.

I have done no research, and I have drawn this conclusion based solely on my own decision-making process when it came time to make dinner this evening.  Prepare to be dazzled by my epiphany!

It got really warm here today for New York State in mid-April.  We are talking  a record-breaking warm.  Like 90 degrees.  I don't have an air conditioner ready yet -- we just had frost and freeze warnings a few nights ago.  I haven't even packed away my sweaters yet to make room for the warm-weather clothes!

My house was a balmy 80 degrees inside when I got home from work this evening.  I opened every window and door in the place to let the fresh air and breeze move through.  Too bad I had to work and miss the beautiful weather, but I digress. When it came time to make dinner, I decided on salad.  There was no way I was turning on the stove and making this place any hotter. 

That, dear friends, is the moment I had my epiphany.

It's hot -- it's hot outside, you're hot, your house is hot.  All you want is cool things, refreshing things.  I can't speak for anyone else, but when it gets hot my appetite goes way down.  I crave salads and fruits.  I drink a lot more water, iced coffee, and other beverages. Maybe I am a freak -- that's always a possibility.  I want to go out and enjoy the nice weather, not sit in a stuffy hot house!

The winter is a completely different story.  It's freezing.  The weather is generally crappy.  Quite often you get to start the day by bundling up, going outside, and shoveling snow.  You do all of this so you can have the pleasure of going to work.

You get ready again and bundle up to go to work.  Depending on the weather, this could take much longer than anticipated if the roads are crappy.  Hopefully when you get to work the heat is working, but that isn't always guaranteed.  You make it through your work day, and bundle up again to go home.  If the weather is bad, you will get to freeze in the parking lot while cleaning off your car.  Fun times.

You make the drive home, which again depends on the road conditions, and finally arrive back at your nice snug home.  Depending on what the weather was like that day, you might get to go out and shovel again to clean off the accumulation and try to keep your sidewalk and driveway from becoming an icy death-trap.

You're finally done and able to just relax.  Ahhh.  Now you have to cook dinner.

Are you likely to pick a nice, cool, refreshing salad?  Not if you are anything like me.  You want something warm, maybe something comforting if you had a crap day at work on top of everything else.  You probably worked up an appetite as well, with all of the snow removal.  You are most definitely going to cook a meal that has a lot more calories than a freaking salad.

Dinner is over and you can relax.  More than likely you are not going the hell back outside again.  Whatever happens now can just be dealt with in the morning.  Much better to curl up with a nice cup of tea. You are exhausted after getting through the day, you made yourself a nice warm meal, and you are going to sit on your butt until you go to bed so you can get up and do it all over again in  the morning.

That, my friends, is my theory on how cold weather makes people fat.