It’s 64 degrees out. The forecast says it’s going to hit 70. It feels absolutely glorious outside so I’ve opened all of the windows in the house. I think Spring might finally be here. It’s wonderful.

It’s 64 degrees out. The forecast says it’s going to hit 70. It feels absolutely glorious outside so I’ve opened all of the windows in the house. I think Spring might finally be here. It’s wonderful.

Yup. It’s most definitely not snowing on April 16th. It is most definitely an optical illusion.
Nope. It’s not snowing on April 16th. It is totally an optical illusion.
I just want to write a very brief comment on the weather.
Last week, on Thursday I think, the afternoon temperature outside was 72 degrees Fahrenheit.
Today, Monday, at just before noon the temperature outside is 19 degrees Fahrenheit.
New England weather….. Am I right, Sully, or am I right?
Spring hasn’t sprung yet, but it is springing.
I think I say this every year, but maybe this year I’ll get new bird feeders. Maybe this year I’ll just get a second double post with a second squirrel baffle and a second pair of feeders and feed twice the number of birds.
Probably not, but maybe.
It is so windy outside that it feels like nature is trying to huff and puff and blow our house down. It’s howling loud enough to almost keep me from falling asleep. Almost.
G’night, big bad wolf.
It’s 48 degrees outside. Not warm enough to feel like Spring, but warm enough to feel like Spring is on the way.
It can’t get here soon enough.

I took out the trash a few minutes ago and saw this:
Cool, I thought. I’ll take a picture. When I moved closer to get the pic I saw this:
Well now that’s too bad. Ouch.
I hate winter. I’m thankful that we have a power grid that can handle our winters and we’re not saddled with the disaster that folks in Texas are dealing with right now. Hang in there, people. Forecast for Austin calls for sunny with temps in the 40’s tomorrow. Bundle up, don’t run your gas grill in the house and don’t run your car in the garage. The end is hopefully in sight. Wishing everyone the best.
Backstory: I was reading through some old blog posts the other day, playing This Day in History, and I found one where I had my step son Harry help me shovel the driveway. I made a big deal out of telling him to jump into the shower as soon as he got back inside because it would be the best shower ever. He did, and he agreed with me. Best. Shower. Ever.
Current story: We got a shit load of snow last night and it’s still coming down. I’m guessing there is at least a foot of snow, and the snow bank at the end of the driveway is probably more than double that. I went out this morning to shovel a path from the house to the street for the mailman or any potential delivery folks who might not be getting shut down for the weather. When I finished I came back inside and jumped right into the shower and….
It didn’t work. The magic is gone. I felt just as sore and awful after the shower as I did before. I’m so sad. Maybe it’s because I didn’t do the full driveway, so I didn’t qualify. Maybe it’s because I’m just too old for this shit and it takes more than a roaring hot shower to set me right again. Crud. I am sad. Sad enough that we just booked someone to come and shovel the rest of the snow later tonight. I am fail.
We didn’t get a lot of snow yesterday. It fell all day and started sticking as soon as it started, but all combined there wasn’t very much.
Unfortunately, it rained buckets before the snow, and then it rained again after the snow. The result of that is heavy, frozen solid, blocks of ice. I just finished shoveling and it was no fun at all. We’re good to go as far as walking from the house to the street goes. Obviously, thanks to Covid-19, we aren’t driving anywhere, or going anywhere, or anything.
Snow: I’m not a fan.