This is arguably in poor taste given that I’ve vaguely heard of a winterpocalype devastating basically all of the midwest. But I think of winter proper being composed of the months of December through February, even though it’s not practically true and March always ends up acting like it was seduced by the dark side. Therefore the first day of February is kind of an excuse to celebrate, since it means that official winter, of which I am thoroughly sick, is officially 2/3 over.
So let it be written, so let it be imagined. And now I’m going to town to hopefully get the right plumbing parts I need, since it turns out I pretty comically screwed that up last week and have wasted a couple of pretty nice days in the meantime.
We are right in the middle of polar vortex where the night time temps are dropping to the point that fahrenheit and celsius are the same. Yesterday, for the third time in five days, I had to deal with around a foot of new snow.
Oh well, only 46 more days until spring.
Don’t bet on that, Mike, until AFTER the groundhog does his thing on Saturday.
Hey Joel – I bet there’d be good money on renting TB out to some folks in Punxsutawney to make sure that rodent don’t see his shadow!
Well of course I meant to yell for the rest of that post. No way I could have merely forgotten to close the tag…
Mark, the results are in…
Shubenacadie Sam: Shadow has been seen! Six more weeks of winter!
Fred la marmotte: “un printemps tardif!” meaning six more weeks of winter!
Punxsutawney Phil: No shadow, early spring!
Wiarton Willie: Didn’t see his shadow so an early spring!
A split down the center, so their guess is as good as the weathertainer’s prognostications.
Doesn’t matter if the rodent sees the shadow or not,there’s 6 weeks until the Vernal Equinox.