Sometimes, the weather has a way of playing nasty games with my mentality. Looking out the window on a Monday morning and seeing gray clouds outside my window doesn't exactly make me happy inside, but that feeling is multiplied by 187452872490 times when half an hour later my roommate runs inside complaining of heavy snow. Now, snow by itself isn't really that awful. It covers everything in white and sparkles on the ground like pixie dust that Tinkerbell had the misfortune of losing. It's more the dark skies and bleak forecasts that can take my mood from sunk to funk in a relatively short period of time.
And then there are days like today. There isn't a cloud in the brilliantly blue sky! The sun is showing its much missed face, brightening up every corner of my world. Granted, the temperature is still on the nippy side and there are snow piles which have turned to melting ice blocks all over parking lots and sidewalks, but how can I complain when the world is such a beautiful place again! Did I mention the high today is 41 degrees? That's practically balmy! Really, winter is looking better all the time.
The one thing I'm dreading next week is the awful folklore tradition of Groundhog day. WHY WOULD ANYONE LET A GROUNDHOG PREDICT THE WEATHER!?!? I mean, really! What possible knowledge of meteorology could a rodent the size of a small dog have? And if the shadow of the groundhog is supposed to be the indicator, can't we just give the animal a little shade to make sure there IS no shadow? As much as I'm coming to enjoy the blue skies and melting snow of this mild winter, I don't know if I could handle another six weeks of it just because an overgrown brown squirrel who lives underground gets scared. Maybe if everyone ignores the mammal then spring will come sooner all on its own. Wouldn't that be nice? Better yet, we could invent a new tradition for February 2nd. What if we had a goldfish swim in a glass bowl: If he swims in three counter-clockwise circles in a row, then that means spring will come three weeks after the first bird home from Italy sings a three note song in the middle of a mountain pass somewhere in Switzerland. That could work, right?
Okay. Maybe not. I'm just ready for spring. I suppose it'll come on its own whether the groundhog says so or not. Silly groundhog! Weather is for goldfish!
Enjoying the sunshine,
LoMo
Friday, January 28, 2011
Friday, January 7, 2011
New Year Weather-lutions 1.7.11
I know I haven't written in quite a while, but it isn't for lack of trying. Before I add my most recent funk thoughts, here are a few fragments of entries that were never posted:
When the Sun Shines Through 10.29.10
The beauty of October is that it is still considered Fall. Despite the Autumn cold snaps there are still beautiful, sunny, warm days that make the world a happy place again. Not to mention they put me in a much better mood. Take today for example. The high was a perfect 68 degrees, blue skies, sun a-shining, with no clouds for miles. Now that is my kind of day! I even wore flip-flops for the first time in quite a while.
Blustery Weather 11.17.10
Have you ever felt as if the wind was literally about to blow you off your feet? You know, the way all of the nannies are blown away in Mary Poppins just before Poppins shows up for the first time to respond to the wanted add? Or the way in commercials when a man has to hold onto a telephone pole to keep from skidding across the pavement a few hundred yards before hitting a building? I've only felt like that a few times, even coming from Florida and experiencing more than a few hurricanes, and one of those times was this afternoon.
Sometimes I'm amazed at the power the wind is able to muster--not to mention the mess it makes. The same wind that is sometimes a gentle summer breeze suddenly turns into a jet blast of cold air from somewhere beyond the mountains in the winter months. On days like today, no matter how many layers you wear, no matter how hard you try to avoid the piercing drafts, you will not escape the wind. It blows up left over fall leaves and spins them in devilish whirlwinds. It casts minuscule flecks of dirt and debris from who knows where into your eyes that make them water in pain. It plasters plastic, paper, clothing, and whatever else might happen to be around, to your body if it stands between you and the wind. And I promise it will blow your hair in every which way possible, causing horrible knots and tangles.
And now we may return to the present tense (January 2011). I had some interesting and rather unfortunately inconvenient experiences over the Christmas break causing serious travel delay problems for myself and my loved ones. Let's just say the East Coast isn't free of its own weather catastrophes every now and again. But we are in a new year, which means turning over a new leaf! Or at least it should. If I had the inclination, I might resolve to love the weather no matter the season, or perhaps I might try to turn my view around and love the snow and ice while learning to detest sunshine (HA! Never). . . Too bad I don't have the inclination.
So here I am, still working on the funk, though it seems to be hitting less frequently; that or I've just been so busy and preoccupied recently that I haven't had time to notice it. Either way, the entrance into a new year seems to have brought me better feelings all on its own. Maybe this odd year won't be so awful after all!
Missing my sunshine,
LoMo
When the Sun Shines Through 10.29.10
The beauty of October is that it is still considered Fall. Despite the Autumn cold snaps there are still beautiful, sunny, warm days that make the world a happy place again. Not to mention they put me in a much better mood. Take today for example. The high was a perfect 68 degrees, blue skies, sun a-shining, with no clouds for miles. Now that is my kind of day! I even wore flip-flops for the first time in quite a while.
Blustery Weather 11.17.10
Have you ever felt as if the wind was literally about to blow you off your feet? You know, the way all of the nannies are blown away in Mary Poppins just before Poppins shows up for the first time to respond to the wanted add? Or the way in commercials when a man has to hold onto a telephone pole to keep from skidding across the pavement a few hundred yards before hitting a building? I've only felt like that a few times, even coming from Florida and experiencing more than a few hurricanes, and one of those times was this afternoon.
Sometimes I'm amazed at the power the wind is able to muster--not to mention the mess it makes. The same wind that is sometimes a gentle summer breeze suddenly turns into a jet blast of cold air from somewhere beyond the mountains in the winter months. On days like today, no matter how many layers you wear, no matter how hard you try to avoid the piercing drafts, you will not escape the wind. It blows up left over fall leaves and spins them in devilish whirlwinds. It casts minuscule flecks of dirt and debris from who knows where into your eyes that make them water in pain. It plasters plastic, paper, clothing, and whatever else might happen to be around, to your body if it stands between you and the wind. And I promise it will blow your hair in every which way possible, causing horrible knots and tangles.
And now we may return to the present tense (January 2011). I had some interesting and rather unfortunately inconvenient experiences over the Christmas break causing serious travel delay problems for myself and my loved ones. Let's just say the East Coast isn't free of its own weather catastrophes every now and again. But we are in a new year, which means turning over a new leaf! Or at least it should. If I had the inclination, I might resolve to love the weather no matter the season, or perhaps I might try to turn my view around and love the snow and ice while learning to detest sunshine (HA! Never). . . Too bad I don't have the inclination.
So here I am, still working on the funk, though it seems to be hitting less frequently; that or I've just been so busy and preoccupied recently that I haven't had time to notice it. Either way, the entrance into a new year seems to have brought me better feelings all on its own. Maybe this odd year won't be so awful after all!
Missing my sunshine,
LoMo
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