Weather Talk
Here's my new mushroom ornament. It's just about two inches tall and so cute!
Well, yesterday was a pretty relaxing day. We made a lot of headway in clearing up the clutter downstairs. I got the cookies made for our neighbors and we delivered those. Then we went out for a hamburger, and afterwards I had a nice long talk on the phone with Sonal.
It's finally turned cooler here, more like you expect December in New England to be. Marty has even built fires in the fireplace for the last few days. Up to now it certainly has been a much warmer fall and early winter than is normal for us here in Connecticut. Everyone's talking about global warming -- even the New York Times had a big article about it yesterday. But they say that once it gets cold, it will go back to normal weather for this time of year. I haven't exactly minded not needing my heavy coat yet this year, but it really has been strange.
When Marty and I moved to Pennsylvania in 1990, we had no idea what we were getting in for. Over the next seven years, until we finally left in 1997, Central Pennsylvania experienced (I think) four of its snowiest winters on record. I'm talking about winters when the total snowfall would be over 140 inches.
Maybe that's not so unusual if you live in Colorado or Michigan or someplace, but for Central PA it was a lot, and for two people from Georgia it was pretty overwhelming. By the end of it, of course, we were almost old hands at it. Even I could drive the 4-wheel-drive pickup truck in the snow, and my primary car was an all-wheel-drive Subaru. But moving to Connecticut was something of a relief in the weather department. As bad as last winter was (and I remember it as being extremely cold), we have never yet had a winter here to match the ones in Central PA. I'm not complaining. I am not a winter girl.
Here's my new mushroom ornament. It's just about two inches tall and so cute!
Well, yesterday was a pretty relaxing day. We made a lot of headway in clearing up the clutter downstairs. I got the cookies made for our neighbors and we delivered those. Then we went out for a hamburger, and afterwards I had a nice long talk on the phone with Sonal.
It's finally turned cooler here, more like you expect December in New England to be. Marty has even built fires in the fireplace for the last few days. Up to now it certainly has been a much warmer fall and early winter than is normal for us here in Connecticut. Everyone's talking about global warming -- even the New York Times had a big article about it yesterday. But they say that once it gets cold, it will go back to normal weather for this time of year. I haven't exactly minded not needing my heavy coat yet this year, but it really has been strange.
When Marty and I moved to Pennsylvania in 1990, we had no idea what we were getting in for. Over the next seven years, until we finally left in 1997, Central Pennsylvania experienced (I think) four of its snowiest winters on record. I'm talking about winters when the total snowfall would be over 140 inches.
Maybe that's not so unusual if you live in Colorado or Michigan or someplace, but for Central PA it was a lot, and for two people from Georgia it was pretty overwhelming. By the end of it, of course, we were almost old hands at it. Even I could drive the 4-wheel-drive pickup truck in the snow, and my primary car was an all-wheel-drive Subaru. But moving to Connecticut was something of a relief in the weather department. As bad as last winter was (and I remember it as being extremely cold), we have never yet had a winter here to match the ones in Central PA. I'm not complaining. I am not a winter girl.
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