Feels Like Snow.
I typically don’t pay attention to weather forecasts. I have no idea what a falling or rising barometer means, and I completely zone out when the local weather bunny weathermanperson talks about high pressure or low pressure troughs “sweeping in†to create some kind of front, whatever the Christ a “front’ is. I do, however, tend to listen when the talk is either of hurricanes or snowstorms, both of which tend to visit their seasonal charms on this state.
Sometime last night, the weather folks began to talk of us “maybe†getting a weekend snowstorm. I only half-paid attention, because the forecast was laced with “weatherspeak†— high-pressure this and low pressure that.
However, when I stepped outside the house this morning, I thought, â€It feels like snow.â€
Those of you who don your snuggies when the temperature dips below sixty degrees probably don’t understand what “It feels like snow†means, but those of you who live in the parts of the country where it snows regularly know exactly what I mean, even if it is difficult to explain.
I suppose “feeling like snow†is a constellation of our perceptions of the temperature, the color of the sky, and the amount of moisture in the air. Hell, maybe, in the course of a lifetime, we have unconsciously developed a sense of barometric pressure (without knowing diddelysquat about barometric pressure) that tells us when snow is on the way.
All I know is that all day it “felt like snow,†and that by the time I arrived home tonight, the weather folks ceased saying that it “might†snow and have begun saying, without equivocation, that we will be clobbered tomorrow with snow and blizzard-level winds.
I could have told them that this morning.
P.S. I hope that tomorrow it doesn’t snow and that you will have the satisfaction of telling me that I am full of caca, but I doubt you’ll get the chance. Hell, it even smells like snow.
I don’t think you’ll get spanked until Sunday. But, it does look like you’ll need to bend over.
Bwahahahahah!!!!
Comment by Sam — February 10, 2006 @ 11:20 pm
Of course, we don’t really need evidence of your wrongness to point out your fullness with feces…
Comment by Ken Adams — February 11, 2006 @ 12:37 am
Ken,
In the past I have been told that I am full of feces, although it lacked your alluring alliteration. 🙂
Comment by Jim - Parkway Rest Stop — February 11, 2006 @ 3:37 am
I know exactly what you mean, especially “it even smells like snow”. You wouldn’t think snow would have a smell, but it does.
Comment by rita — February 11, 2006 @ 7:43 am
… there is Mountain Man in you, Jimbo.. Jeremiah Johnson-type.. not Brokeback….
Comment by Eric — February 11, 2006 @ 7:53 am
I quit paying much attention to the weather quacks when I had to shovel six inches of “Partly cloudy” out of my drive way. These people have it made-they can be wrong half the time and still keep their jobs. But the way they forcesast they are seldom wrong-fifty percent chance of rain today-well hell yeah, flip a coin.
Comment by GUYK — February 11, 2006 @ 10:47 am
I’m unfamiliar with this “snow” of which you speak.
Comment by Craig — February 11, 2006 @ 1:21 pm
*throws snowball at Craig*
Comment by Harvey — February 11, 2006 @ 3:27 pm
got no use for it
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Trackback by Gut Rumbles — February 12, 2006 @ 6:47 pm
I know exactly what you mean, I feel it almost every day for 9 freaking months. Craig, cumere I’ll show you snow. Jim, better you than me, sorry.
Comment by livey — February 13, 2006 @ 3:43 pm