The Cold Is Leaving

Iced Fountains of the Grand Basin

But some ice still remains. It got above freezing yesterday and we got some rain, which then froze on the ground. This morning, the roads were well treated, so any freezing hadn’t lasted long. I drove Anne to school. Afterwards, I drove through Forest Park and saw these ice formations around the fountains in the Grand Basin. It is supposed to continue warming up this week. We might even see 60 ºF! That’s going to feel like shorts and t-shirt weather. I definitely will need to get the bicycle out for that. That’s it for today, short and sweet.

Bomb Cyclone

Sea Star

Those clever, clever people at the Weather Channel have invented yet another new phenomenon that they’re now calling a bomb cyclone, what has been called a nor’easter like forever. As if a cyclone alone isn’t destructive enough, they had to go out and weaponized one. This storm is supposed to terrorize the East Coast this week, starting down in Florida and then working its way north to NYC and  New England. Apparently, mother nature still has the biggest button of them all.

It’s forecast to strike NYC on Thursday, when Dan was planning on flying back to the Big Apple. He went online, looking for an alternative. Initially, American wanted $438 in change fees, even though they were already offering free flight changes further south. Eventually, though they updated their algorithm and were able to accommodate Dan for the lofty fee of 10¢. So, he leaves Saint Louis today, a day early, allowing him to easily make a Friday job appointment. Some more good news is that once this bomb cyclone leaves, our arctic cold snap will soon follow suit and depart too.

Not to belabor this winter weather, but we received a robo-call from the water company. It announced, “We don’t know if frozen pipes have caused you a service interruption or not, but if it has, then we don’t know when we will be able to restore your service. Have a nice day.” Thanks for the warning! Later, a salt-slurry truck came by and laid down chemicals on an ice river that had formed in the gutter from up the block, earlier this week. 

Life in the Ice Age

Life in the Ice Age

We have to keep telling ourselves that this is just climate change and not global warming. Living life here, on the edge of the steppe, Anne and I huddle together for warmth. What little wood that I can find never seems to last. I’m left thinking that we should have migrated south. There is so little game around here now and it is always so cold. Mr. Snuffleupagus and his kin come later and later each year, if they even come at all. Raiders took the neighbors. They were four-legged demons, men on horseback. They swept down from the north on the cusp of this latest wintery blast. I heard that it was something about taxes.

Fred Flintstone was his name, Fred and Wilma. He always seemed kind of loud and bossy, but she seemed nice enough. Anyway, no one deserves that fate. Fred had just been showing off to me his new 60″ HD wall carvings. I really liked watching the new show, 10,000 BC. It seemed so modern. They say that it is supposed to get warmer again, in a few millennia. I certainly hope so. It is hard to believe that it is only the 2nd.  It’s going to be a long ice age and don’t start with any of that Game of Thrones, winter is coming crap. Winter is already here, you [explicit deleted] moron.

The Rain Falls Mainly On The Plain

The Rain Falls Mainly On The Plain

In to each life a little rain must fall. Even when one goes out to tilt at windmills. We ran on coffee and gasoline, the first often tasting like the second. I hope that fate doesn’t toss a monkey wrench at us. I hate it when nature gangs up on you like that. We listened to an Edward Abbey audiobook: “There are some places so beautiful they can make a grown man break down and weep.” The day started off cool, but with an eventual promise of warmth, but that promise was for naught, because the day ended up colder than it had begun. We will press on regardless, weather or not.

Rain, Rain, Go Away!

Aztec Turquoise Mosaic Mask

Well, into each life a little rain must fall and that is what the weather has been doing since Friday. They forecasted 6″ of it and I think that we got every bit of that. There’s a fair amount of flooding going on and in our 80 year-old basement, the cracked concrete floor is weeping to beat the band. Also, the sump pump roars to life about every fifteen minutes. I shouldn’t really complain too much, because I caused this frog strangler to occur. Just like my Dad ended the five-year drought in California, when he had solar panels installed on his house, I did something similar. When he turned on his solar system, the clouds moved in, the rains commenced and the drought out there was soon history. I feel like I caused our deluge here this weekend, when I bought a new sprinkler system to water the lawn. It’s really not much of a system, just a new sprinkler and a timer for the faucet, but it should be able to automatically water the lawn, some day. I haven’t tried it out yet. There hasn’t been any reason to, but if the rain ever halts, then I’ll be ready. Anne has taken better advantage of this storm by working on her quilting. In other news, I’ve been going to the dentist a lot lately. I’m having new caps put on my teeth. The photo is an artist’s rendition of how they’ll look, when it’s all done. Great smile, don’t you think? That just a joke. The actual dental work is molars and Inca gold.

Signs of Spring

Chinese Witch Hazel

Chinese Witch Hazel

It is still only the middle of February, but the signs of spring are unmistakable. Anne and I took advantage of the uncharacteristically warm weather of late and went to the Missouri Botanical Gardens. Normally at this time of year the only thing going at the gardens is the annual orchid show. We eschewed that event and spent most of our time there touring the grounds. There are a few blossoms that are already out. Most prevalent was the witch hazel, as pictured above, but there were also snowdrops, crocuses and even an early iris or two.