The weather around this time of year confuses the heck out of me. Mother Nature is too indecisive; I woke up this morning and it was 47 degrees outside and it felt wonderful! I went to the Giant this morning (maybe two hours ago?) wearing pants and a fleece and felt comfortable.
Now, it’s almost 11AM and almost 70 degrees outside and I feel like I have to change into something else before I head off for our Sunday matinee. I wish Mother Nature would make up her mind…I would have a lot less laundry to do.
Weather confusion aside, I really do love fall. Halloween and Thanksgiving are two of my favorite holidays and I love the late October – November weather when it’s cool but not quite cold. Not to mention the leaves around here are beautiful in the fall. And even though I’m not really into football, I like football season and all the hype and hooplah associated with it (go Ravens!).
Dear Blue Van,
Sorry for cutting you off. I wasn’t really paying enough attention while turning. Hope you’re not too pissed at me.
Dear PNC Bank ATM,
Suck it! You slapped with a $3 surcharge to withdraw $5 even after I hit the cancel button!
Dear GoPhone,
It’s sucked been nice but I’m sick of you and your inability to do…well, anything, really. I’m so ready to get my replacement iPhone tonight. I’ve felt so deprived and disconnected for the past three days.
Dear Top Chef Masters,
I’m excited for your premiere tonight! Although I will miss Padma and Gail, you look promising and entertaining. I miss my Wednesday night food porn!
Dear humidity,
Go away.
Love,
Danny
91 degrees in April. What else is there to say? (Aside from the temperature, it’s gorgeous!)
I saw all these crazy clouds in the sky and got all excited for a huge storm with thunder and lightning and torrential rain and all that good stuff. And guess what! It drizzled. And drizzled. And drizzled.
JESUS CHRIST!
How did it get to be March 9 already? It feels like it was just last week that we were ringing in the New Year. How time flies when you’re too busy for your own good!
The weather this weekend was absolutely gorgeous. 65 degrees and cloudy/sunny-ish. But unfortunately it’s going to be chilly again later this week. I’m hoping that it will be a cold front moving in on warm, seasonal weather and that the weekend was not a warm front on top of cold seasonal weather. Did that make sense? Probably not.
The Music Man opens in 39 days. The kids are coming along great, but my deparmtment(s) is (are?) really behind and it didn’t hit me until last night. I’m going to have an extremely busy couple of weeks. I already spent eight hours yesterday typing up my libretto since the stage manger script from MTI didn’t work out. fml! It looks nice, though.
I’m ready for it to be spring. Permentantly. Oh, and I HATE DAYLIGHT SAVINGS TIME.
What month is it? I feel like the hands on my body clock have been spinning so fast that they flew off, leaving me dazed and confused.
I’ll start at the beginning. We had midterm exams two weeks ago. We were scheduled to have the Monday after midterms off. That evening it snowed two or three inches and we had off of school on Tuesday. Then, on Tuesday evening it iced and we had off on Wednesday, also. After being off for almost a whole week, I was discombobulated enough and felt like we had winter break all over again.
We had a two-day week last week, which threw me off even more. Then, yesterday, it was 60 degrees. I had to check myself and remember that it was February. The warm weather is still lingering today (it’s 50 degrees at the moment), but it’s supposed to snow tonight.
Help me.
Back in the good ol’ days, it was reguarly below freezing. It seemed like every year there was at least one snowstorm that left us with 2 feet of snow and closed school for a couple of days.
The last huge blizzard that we had was when I was in fifth grade over President’s Day weekend 2002. It was epic; there was no school for a week and it literally snowed for four days straight. Every morning there was fresh new snow to play in (and shovel). Walking down the sidewalk was like walking through a tunnel because the snow was piled up so high around us.
But, alas, this hasn’t happened in a while. It hasn’t even been cold enough for that to happen since then. These days, the snow that we get is only allowed to stay frozen while it’s snowing because the next day, when the storm is gone, it gets sunny and warm and the snow all melts.
Last weekend would have been a perfect time for a blizzard because it has been bitterly freezing here all week. The temperature has seldom risen about 25 degrees (it hasn’t been above 20 for the past two or three days!) so the snow could actually hang around for a while before it melts.
Did it snow? Of course not!
There has been tons of ice, though. I have fond memories of late-90’s elementary school. Every morning during the winter there was always a patch of frozen ice that we would “skate” on while we waited for the bus. Until this week, I hadn’t seen it since then. It was fun to see it again.
And in addition to the nostalgic ice patch on the street, the creek behind my house has frozen completely over. The ice is not enough to walk all the way over, but it is frozen nonetheless.
(Yes, I was wearing my pajamas.)
Now all we need is some FREAKING SNOW!
It was supposed to snow heavily yesterday.
It snowed for five minutes and then began to rain. Heavily.
Oh lordy. I have a very disillusioned vision of November 1st every year: I expect to wake up to a 35 degree morning where all the leaves are brown and almost completely off the trees and there are turkeys squaking around.
This year, I woke up and it was 65 degrees outside and the leaves were sorta brown (mostly green and some orange/red) and mostly on the trees. And the turkeys were notably absent.
You have let me down.
Love,
Danny
