January 10, 2011
Dear Clusterflock…
How’s your weather?
I’m coming off of 14 hours of manning the phones during snow removal. We don’t have nothing like points east in the last week or so. Still I’ve been up since 3:45 this morning. Phones ringing and answering with calls coming in as I talked. I’d like to think it’s under control. Phones are quiet now, but who can say? We might have another 2.5″ by 6:00 in the morning. I imagine the phones will start again about 2:00 am. I’m off to bed now, I’ll let you know how it goes.
Amazing how things that happened this morning seem like two days ago.
Oooo! And windchills here tomorrow are expected to be -25. It will be a bitter day for our workers. But we’ll be in final clean-up. I don’t know what to expect.
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dry thusfar. fingers crossed that’ll change.
I laugh in the face of death. But when I walk to the store for my newspaper and a few friendly words, I try to act normal for that stretch where I walk past the cove and wave at the ice-fishermen.
And truth to tell, they say we won’t get more than 3 more inches this week. And the high temps will be around 20° F.
So it’s not even anything to think about.
Sheila, you so right. To quote a scene in Moonstruck, “Everything is temporary.” I think I’ve seen in the long-range forecast, 57 degrees by the beginning of next week. I live in the most fucked-up region of the world I think, sometimes.
My friends in Alabama had to walk to the store today and it took two hours. It will be the stuff of legend.
Hang in there, Rick! The fact that Siberia has worse weather than Missouri doesn’t mean your weather and all the headaches that go with it ain’t bad enough! (And for what it’s worth, I have such a weird sense of time that what happened to me any morning ALWAYS seems like two days ago by nightfall.)
I’m over here bitching about a high of 42. I had to put on a sweatshirt this morning and am seriously considering buying myself a pair of full-fingered cycling gloves.
I was sitting outside in a t-shirt yesterday. How I don’t miss NYC.
We’re having appropriate winter weather in Dallas, and I’m enjoying it. It was 23 degrees when I took Mia to school this morning. We had a dusting of snow Sunday. The air is heavy and clean, and the light is glorious.
I dream about those Midwestern and Texan skies. I only have a vague idea of how they shift and scrape under dark, wintery weather. It sounds both oppressive and crisp, like hitting reset — every day? Out here it’s been much colder than we’re used to, as Michael said, but it just makes me nostalgic for Aprils in New York and the promise of summer. Ask me again in March when it’s been raining every day for a month and I’m struggling to remember how the sky drips with color.