First snow Jan. 16, 2024
We got our first legitimate snow storm after nearly two
years.
This is not the first time we went through several years with
rain instead of snow, but whackos are painting it as significant because they
need to keep harping on the illusion of climate change.
As we speak, the weather people (apparently not satisfied
with the two to four inches we got) are selling us on another snow storm we can
expect to hit on Thursday.
When it rains it pours, as the old cliché goes.
For some reason, I don’t quite feel the usual pang of
delight at the first snow storm, perhaps because so many people are using this
to sell agendas I don’t agree with.
I look out the front window at the street and the people
spreading salt on their walks because the accumulation is too little to shovel.
The city’s salt spreaders have come down our street several
times already, even though the salt from its earlier passings hasn’t vanished
and the snow has not accumulated on the asphalt, only on the cars, grass and
walkways.
Snow storms in January are always depressing, arriving
without the tender feelings we have when we hope for a white Christmas. This is
all about sloshing through it to get to wherever we need to get to with the
hopes of doing so without getting our toes wet.
Fortunately, I don’t have anywhere to go until tomorrow and
so I have the luxury of staring out at those other poor fools who must brave
the elements.
If they wait, they may find the snow vanishing as the
forecasters tell us the snow will turn to rain later today, and will wash away
most of the white shroud, though my fear is that after that, the snow melt will
turn to ice as the temperature drops, a much more risky condition that the crunch
of snow under our boots.
Still, all that said, I’m pleased at the arrival of winter
finally after having been warm over the holidays, and this bit of fluff gives
us just enough of the old weather to dispel some of the fanatics who keep
telling us the sky is falling – which is likely true, not sky lab this time,
but the lunar lander that went awry last week and no one yet knows where it will
hit when it arrives back on earth. More predictable, but equally tragic is the
expected descent of the international space station, which is supposedly due to
arrive on earth soon as well. After so many years, the old place is giving up
the ghost, worn out from too much use, an odd idea considering it is out in
space where it suffers none of the weather-related issues machines here on
earth face.
The two events are connected in that we need to reach the
moon again now that the space station will no longer serve us, and the failure
of the recent mission, as well as the Japanese one that crashed on the surface,
does not bode well for our future plans. This also comes at a time when the whackos
in congress are trying to determine if we have been invaded by space aliens. A
recent documentary claims the whole suggestion is a farce, what the government
knew and when, Roswell or not.
Paulie, who was far ahead of most of these whackos, must be
spinning in his grave, claiming the documentary must be a government cover up.
Frankly, all of it seems silly, if not for the fact that the
whackos have taken over the world and are now spinning BS on every level from
climate changes to sex change, and we have to listen to their rantings.
Oh well, first snow, I have to break out the salt for my
walk.
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