What can I say? Thanks to my brother, I just like to weather watch.
Showing posts with label weather. Show all posts
Showing posts with label weather. Show all posts
Friday, August 5, 2016
Monday, July 18, 2016
Monday, January 25, 2016
Miniature Snowzilla Photo Album
As forecast, it started snowing in earnest Friday afternoon. During the overnight hours, I frequently woke up to complete white-outs. It was pretty epic!
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| Early Saturday, the storm calmed a little, so I took the opportunity to snap this pic out the front door. |
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| Then the storm wrapped back around and started walloping us again . |
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| By Saturday night, our cars were completely buried in drifts. |
So on the whole, this weekend was pretty fun. Now we must continue the Great Dig!
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
Snow!
Norther Virginia is now under a blizzard watch for Friday and Saturday. Of course, most folks around here are all:
Whereas I'm all:
I often get chided for this, but I can't help it: I really like snow. In my opinion, frigid cold weather is not justified unless there are also flakes.
Yes, yes: I do realize this is a reflection of my privilege. You see, I'm southern, I'm non-essential personnel, and I'm disabled. My electrical infrastructure is new enough that I generally don't lose power; my workplace shuts down during big storms because, well, attendance there is voluntary; and because I'm disabled, other people do my shoveling. For me, a big snow storm means a cozy day at home with my woobie, warm PJ's, aloe-infused socks, hot chocolate, and a good book.
I also like the snow because I've been corrupted. My brother is a meteorologist, and it's been kind of hard not to absorb his funny storm-chasing ways to some extent. Don't get me wrong: When a severe storm is imminent, I do the sane thing and run for cover. But I love to watch long evolution events like nor'easters and hurricanes just for the intellectual thrill. Am I conscious of their potentially destructive power? Of course; I'm not heartless. But the curiosity is there all the same.
In any event, I can't stop myself from hoping that this week's snow lives up to the hype. Please don't be hatin', my northern brethren. It's who I am.
Whereas I'm all:
I often get chided for this, but I can't help it: I really like snow. In my opinion, frigid cold weather is not justified unless there are also flakes.
Yes, yes: I do realize this is a reflection of my privilege. You see, I'm southern, I'm non-essential personnel, and I'm disabled. My electrical infrastructure is new enough that I generally don't lose power; my workplace shuts down during big storms because, well, attendance there is voluntary; and because I'm disabled, other people do my shoveling. For me, a big snow storm means a cozy day at home with my woobie, warm PJ's, aloe-infused socks, hot chocolate, and a good book.
I also like the snow because I've been corrupted. My brother is a meteorologist, and it's been kind of hard not to absorb his funny storm-chasing ways to some extent. Don't get me wrong: When a severe storm is imminent, I do the sane thing and run for cover. But I love to watch long evolution events like nor'easters and hurricanes just for the intellectual thrill. Am I conscious of their potentially destructive power? Of course; I'm not heartless. But the curiosity is there all the same.
In any event, I can't stop myself from hoping that this week's snow lives up to the hype. Please don't be hatin', my northern brethren. It's who I am.
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