The irony of melting snow

Actually, this was supposed to be a very different post, but the original eloquence has eluded me; hence you get this poor paltry approximation.

Have you ever had the brilliant flashes of insight when just waking up, in the shower, or when driving?  Not just the great ideas of how to do something – those usually work sooner or later.  No, I mean the ideas, concepts, or writing you come up with that seems so profound and appropriate that you just can’t wait to write it down.

But of course, you’re just waking up, or are in the car, so you can’t write it down just now.  (You can tell where this is going, right?)  So you resolve that as soon as you sit down at your computer you’re going to blog it, and say something really witty on the internet, and get a slice of your 15 seconds of fame.  But of course, you don’t.

By the time you finish your shower, or get to work, you’ve mostly forgotten about the idea.  Then you have to do expense reports, or answer questions, or something mundane, which leads to some other productive work, which leads to lunchtime.  Ah-ha!  There was something else to do – I thought of a great idea.  But then the harsh light of day – and the cafeteria – makes your profound thoughts, which you just barely remember, seem so mundane.  And so you forget about it, except in that creative bag in the back of your mind that nags about missed opportunities.

Anyway: I was going to blog about this one last pointless snowstorm the Boston area got last weekend.  Pointless, because while it dumped 8 inches, and made commuting that Friday afternoon very messy, it promptly rained that same night and turned the beautiful powdery whiteness into an icy mess.  What’s the point of snow if you can’t enjoy it?  The icy covering has a certain glitter in the day, but that’s about it – much worse for snowballs, snowpeople, and sledding than a good covering of powder.

The double irony – not of spring snow, most of which never lasts anyway – is that this one last blast ruined our chances of setting a record.  The last least snowy winter as measured in Boston was in the 1930′s!  But our 8 inches more than doubled the amount for this winter, pushing it firmly into the boring category.  Ah, well.

Joyous Vernal Equinox!

Or as you might say, Happy Spring!  I’m on a kick to be on time more the older I get, hence actually getting this post in before some other brain-queued posts I have rummaging around.  Well, more on time for some things, not everything.
Here in the Boston area, it’s a classic New England spring: plenty of wet snow still left, but temps in the 4 – 10 degree high range for the days (Celsius, I say!).  It’s a bit annoying (more in another post) since the snow was pretty pointless, but it is fun wearing a windbreaker walking along the snowbanks.

It’s lovely to enjoy the extra sunlight as the sun comes back to our hemisphere; although we’re still getting used to when bedtime should be.  Of course the messed up daylight savings change hasn’t helped the mental clocks any, either.  Although Markey has some great ideas, this one really wasn’t thought through.

Snow tires, meet snow

Living the irony; so to speak.  That’s not quite right, but it will do, lest I skip blogging at all.

Tried working at home, then drove down to the local tire shop to have the wunnerful (and cheap!) new tires put on Amy’s car.  The old ones had a few more weeks in them, but the new tires were already in the car just having picked them up from UPS, so why bother hauling them back and forth?  Even accounting for the local tire shop’s almost egregious pricing, I still came out ahead after getting an even bigger discount from tirerack.com.

But that’s not what the story’s about.

Waitin’ for it to come around on the guitar.  Oh, wait, wrong story.

It’s just barely started serious flurries as I drive down there.  They mention it’s a wait for tire mounting – people in line and all that – no problem,  I brought both a book and my computer.  A while later, and ta-da, new tires.  (Actually all-seasons, but that’d ruin the title.)  So I walk out to the car and: bam, it’s really snowing, and it’s all over the road!  Wheeeee!

I actually drove into work, although it was mostly to go swimming at the club that happens to be there.  By the time I’m done and driving home, it’s really snowing, and everyone is pretty slow on the roadways.  Amy’s coming home early from work, but traffic is bad, so I need to pick up Roxanne.  No problem, I have new tires and 4 wheel drive today!

By the time we both get home, there’s nearly 3 inches of snow in the driveway, and my poor BMW (with decidedly non-new tires) has a little trouble getting up the hill.  What a day!

To double the irony, the brand new actual snow tires that I ordered for my BMW are scheduled to be put on – next Tuesday.  Probably just in time to wonder if I should switch to summer wheels, eh?

Back to normalcy

The weekend’s weather: “Not as cool with highs in the lower 50s.”  Meaning instead of the completely frigid winter weather – but without any appreciable snow, really all winter – we’re back to normalcy for New England.  Although as the old phrase goes, in New England, “if you don’t like the weather, then wait a minute.”

My TV runs Win98!

I check back into the hotel – thank you Mary Anne for making the reservation after my flight home was cancelled! – and flip on the tv to rot some brain cells after an exciting week at a work conference.  And a Windows 98 “Windows is shutting down” screen pops up.  I pause, waiting for some ancient self-help video to proceed showing newbies how to use windows.  Nope, the TV has really crashed.  Ooops.

Just that channel (the interactive TV one), luckily.  Let’s go see what old show I can watch for half an hour before I pass out…

What is that white stuff all over the ground?

We spent yesterday inside, avoiding the storm.  It turned out OK, even though Amy and I both had some work to do and couldn’t just take a storm day playing games.

But this morning – we wake up, and the world is covered in white?  I seem to remember something like this in my childhood – somehow gloves are important, and there’s something called a ‘sled’ that’s supposed to be fun.  But what do we call all that white stuff?  I know we’ve had it before, but that was years and years ago some winter past.  I thought we were almost done with this winter already!

(Think we’ll be close to the record with the least amount overall?)

Feb-brr-ary – And not even any snow

Figured I’d write something in the calm between the storms for the weekend.  Not weather storms: haven’t really had any this winter.  I wouldn’t be surprised if we won both the warmest winter on record and the least snow on record for recorded history here.

It’s a little disappointing.  Sometime in late January it did get cold – bitterly so for a few days here and there.  But there’s no real snow on the ground to make all the cold worthwhile, and cover up all the salt and sand in the roads.  I wish I were a better photographer: some of the blooms from the dried salt washing down the sides of cars or across the sidewalk are very striking shapes.

No, the two storms are visitors.  Susan & Mark, plus little William and Helen, came to visit for the first half of the weekend.  It was great for Roxanne to have them to play with, and great for the adults to sit and relax, at least whenever they weren’t actually screaming.  But they’re driving home, and as soon as Roxanne gets up from her nap, the “Other” “Aunt” Susan will be coming to visit.  Hi Susan!  Thanks for coming over again!  Roxanne already wants to do her new horse puzzle with you – I hope you like it.

Thank goodness I finally remembered the right way in SSH + Thunderbird to send apache.org mail; somehow my eyes just don’t see the Local vs. Remote radio button properly and I was forwarding the ports in the wrong direction.  Hey, I should see if I can add that to the site /dev documentation…

Many thanks to the 60 or so folks who have taken my survey over the weekend!

I BELIEVE!

… in global warming! At least the past week or so in the Boston area certainly makes you think about it. I mean, I fully expect a 60 degF day here in Boston in January: it’s a tradition. If you’re lucky, you can play hooky from work long enough to both enjoy an after-lunch walk, and quickly wash your car in your own driveway.

But after no snow for the Christmas holiday, we just had nearly a week of over 50′s temps, and two record highs including one of 68! Plus no snow in any of the local forecasts. Something is wrong here, and you think about all those SUV’s that aren’t being driven to NH or VT because it’s not worth paying to ski yet…

Oh my gods.

Oh. My. Gods.

I know what it is. We’re being punished.

Remember the Curse (Bambino, not Pearl or Rabbit)? All the things we said about it? Like H**L would freeze over when that happened?

Well, the devil may have taken his time about it, but instead of letting H**L freeze over, he’s decided to make it come to Boston. Expect higher temperatures daily until we’ve paid our penance for that Series flag…