A rare Wednesday night band practice. We practice in a converted barn. It’s 9º outside. I think it was about 30º inside. Maybe 50º. I don’t know, whatever… it was cold.
45°F, blue skies, bright sun.
That’ll do, Nature. That’ll do.
That’s a solid 13”. I do believe it’s the highest single-storm snowfall in the 3 years since I bought my house. I loved every minute of the hour I spent outside snow blowing and shoveling. No, I’m not crazy - I’m a Rochesterian!
It is awesome outside right now.
Also, I’m totally confused by the fact that the storm itself is moving south to north, but the wind is blowing fiercely from north to south. Now consulting Google. Low pressure systems rotate counter-clockwise, therefore while the big system is still moving north, I am currently located on the western side of the system so the wind is rotating down from north. Thanks, Google.)
Apparently 40º with snow showers is not ideal weather for learning to pilot a plane that’s smaller than most SUVs. We’ll try again the same time next Saturday and hope for better conditions.
Ok. I’ve tried to resist singing the praises of this weather, I really have…
But I give in, because goddamn, that March forecast is amazing.
“…night shift job…”
Hmmm… are you a crime fighter? Batma… err… Catwoman?
That’d be awesome.
Anyway. I have both of these sites bookmarked and I check them somewhat regularly. They can usually provide a few days notice when a severe CME is discovered, giving you a chance to prepare for a viewing:
Fine. I’ll play along.
It’s so hot that the insects are drinking water from the birdbath. No joke.
I’ve never seen insects drink water, but they keep flying into this thing, dipping their heads in the water, and then flying away. Weird and awesome at the same time.
That’ll do, Rochester. That’ll do.
In her element (Taken with Instagram at Rochester, NY)
Look! I made something!
The tell-tale evidence that I’ve been having fun at the expense of the roads and parking lots of my town.
Winter and July.