The "big storm" we've been promised for days is so far a big fat weakling, short on cold. I woke up this morning at seven to the wrong sounds—no joyful scrape of snowplows, only the vague, soft, watery noise of desultory rain and melt, and that "tearing paper" sound of tires on wet pavement as the occasional car goes by. Bah. The whole fall's been balmy; winter has had a tough time getting out of bed. The boys were in the basement last night waxing their snowboards. They're in for a letdown.
One annoyance: the following snippet of idiocy from the local weatherman. "It's forty-two down in Kenosha. Further north—look at this!—it's much colder in Germantown." Germantown temp: 33°F. "Much colder"? Where you from, bratwurst-brain? That barely falls into the category of cold; for Wisconsin teens, that's only a few degrees below T-shirt weather. Then again, if I had to stand up in front of a camera and talk, it would sound like demented glossolalia in no time at all, so maybe I shouldn't criticize.
Hopefully the weather will improve later in the day, and we'll get something out of these "blizzard warnings" the weather channels keep tantalizing us with, get out from under the rain-snow line. Maybe we live too far south now. Maybe I have to move to Saskatoon.
ADDENDUM: The Plews homestead in Western Iowa. Photos by Mike Plews.
And here's David Miller's workshop and backyard, 1.5 miles south of Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, Canada:
David says, "We are having a fine winter here: snow and cold and clean dry air like it used to be when I was a boy. It's wonderful!"
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Jim: "Same with weather-people here in Texas, just a different scale. Last week we were warned to expect temps below freezing for several hours!!"
Mike replies: Funny. Another thing that amuses me is that when a snow is coming, the grocery stores are jammed with people "stocking up." And yet, almost always, easy travel is disrupted for something between maybe two and eight hours during a snowstorm, and that's it.
HT: "Ha! I read this and thought, 'Only a professional blogger with a ten-second commute to work could have penned this.' I've lived in Minnesota all my life so I know what winters are supposed to be like. Be careful what you wish for!"
Dave: "Predicting a storm's track is very difficult. In the case of Midwestern winter storms, a fifty-mile bobble in the storm's track can completely throw of the snowfall forecast. The heaviest snow always falls slightly north of the low pressure center. South of the low, it rains. It's a unique dynamic of warm gulf of Mexico air mixing with arctic air—I can't think of anywhere else in the world that has such unpredictable and volatile weather. I grew up in Fond du Lac, Wisconsin, and had many hoped-for cancelled school days ruined by slight changes in the jet stream."