I wrote yesterday about how we got a little snow on the third day of Spring. Wouldn’t you know it, today, the fourth day of Spring, we got more. I had brush snow and scrape ice off of the car when I left for work this morning. It was more than yesterday, but still basically just a dusting. That’s not the issue though. The issue is that snow in Springtime sucks the mighty ass.
I’m going to seriously be afraid to look out the window when I get out of bed tomorrow morning. We’re probably going to get a blizzard overnight tonight.
I was up before dawn today. I went down cellar to do my morning exercise and have breakfast and just generally get the ball rolling after having a crappy nights sleep last night.
As I was wrapping things up and getting ready to go back upstairs to start the work day, I happened to catch a glimpse through the little cellar window that is near my desk. The view looked weird… odd, even. Why? Everything was white. Wait a second, I thought… is it… snowing?
Yes. Yes it was snowing. Snow. It is March 23rd, three days into the Spring and it was snowing in the Merrimack Valley of Eastern Massachusetts.
Bite me, mother nature. Kiss my fat ass.
There wasn’t a lot of snow. There was enough to cover the ground, but it wasn’t deep enough to bury the grass… if that makes sense. It was just a dusting, but it was a sticky dusting. By the time we got to my lunch break it had all melted away, even though the temperature is only in the mid-30’s. It’s cold but still above the freezing point.
That’s not the point though. The point is that it is Spring and we can still get snow. Just because the calendar says winter is over, it does not mean that winter is actually over. I expect we’ll get another storm or two before it all ends for real, and I expect one of those mythical storms to be fairly significant. I am basing this prediction on nothing beyond experience from previous winter/spring transitions, but I betcha I’m right. I hope I am wrong, but I am pretty sure I won’t be.
Winter sucks. Here is a photograph of a cat, Robin, making a rude gesture to artistically depict where my thinking lies on this the 23rd day of March in the year 2026. Bite me.
I posted something yesterday about how there was a little bit of snow during my morning commute and how snow in April sucks the big one.
I have been in meetings all morning today. Back to back to back, one after the other. Woah, that’s a lot of meetings. At a few minutes after noon I was listening in to the third meeting in the string and something caught my eye outside of the window. I was on a video conference so I didn’t want to stare at the goings on outside so I took the briefest of glances.
It was snowing like a freakin’ blizzard. Oh, fer cryin’ out loud. What the hell, mother nature?
It didn’t last long. I took a second side-eye glance about 20 minutes later and there was still some snow falling but it was much lighter. 15 minutes after that the meeting ended and the snow had slowed down to a few random flakes.
All in all this past winter was not that bad. It was very cold, and February had a ton of snow. Outside of that, it could have been much worse. Why then are we having to deal with snow falling on both the seventh and eighth of April. It is most definitely not winter any longer. At least it isn’t sticking but still… come on. Enough is enough. I want my spring to look and feel like spring.
Winter, go home. Your mother nature is calling you. Jerk.
I just heard a coworker say that it was gorgeous outside. I can’t tell. There are two buildings in our little complex here. I am in building number two. The cafeteria is in building number one. I guess said coworker had just come back from picking up lunch.
I don’t go to the cafe anymore. I used to, back in the dark days before the pandemic. I used to order a grilled chicken sandwich and a side of fries. I could get that today, but the portions are huge and I would waste 75% of it. No, I brown bag it. A little breaded chicken, a few peanuts. Maybe a sugar free snack of some sort. Those get the lunch time job done for me.
I would like to think that if I were working from home today and it were truly gorgeous outside, I might setup the patio in the back yard and try to work from there. Fresh air. Nice breeze. Warm air. Working outside. It’s kind of the American Dream in a way, isn’t it? Maybe not. I don’t know.
I did take a picture of the clear blue sky as I was leaving the house this morning. That will have to do for me today.
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Happy beautiful Monday, everyone. Where applicable, at least.
I made a pun in the title of this post. Did you like it? It takes the phrase “whether or not” and replaces whether with it’s homonym, weather because the post is going to be about the weather. Get it? I feel so friggin’ clever I could spontaneously combust*!
We’re supposed to get a nor’easter this week. The forecast yesterday said 3-6 inches of snow on Wednesday into Thursday. I just checked the accuweather website and it’s still calling for some snow on Wednesday but no real accumulation. Then Thursday into Friday we’re still looking at 3-6 inches.
I am taking my father to a doctors appointment on Wednesday and I am working in the office on Thursday. Wednesday is looking good but Thursday might be in trouble. We’ll have to see.
The long range forecast includes something I am looking forward to. When the temperature outside hits 60 degrees I like to open the windows. If the forecast is correct, next week I’ll be opening the windows. It stands as more evidence that I am now officially a really old fart, but stuff like that pleases me immensely. Come on, weather. Let’s let me open the windows. Just stop snowing first, m’kay?
*That’s sarcasm. I am not clever at all. Not even a little bit.
If you live in New England like I do, you may want to not look at the weather forecast.
Wendesday… snow.
Thursday… snow.
We’re going to get a Nor’easter… in April.
Damn it, Mother Nature. Why must you be such an insufferable asshole? Really. What a jerk!
It’s still a couple of days away at least, so maybe the forecast will change or turn out to be completely wrong. Maybe we won’t get snow after all. I’m not betting on it. If winter is going to give spring one last kick in the nards, it’ll be like this.
Good thing I didn’t already plant my peanuts!*
*I haven’t written a post about it for months, but I am still planning on trying to grow some peanuts this year. I am an idiot and this is the proof.
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