Your Humble Blogger feels certain there was something to write about that wasn’t the snow.\n
The snow! Oh, my lordy lord, the snow.\n
We only had an inch or two this morning, you know. On top of the forty-three inches since January started, and the fourteen-and-a-fifth inches in December. And when I say we had an inch or two on top of<\/i> the forty-three inches, what I actually mean is that the new snow fell on top of the places where we piled the old snow, which hasn’t melted. There are at least two places where our snow mound is over 60 inches; the ridge along the driveway and sidewalk is all well over three feet.\n
But enough about the snow. There was something else I was thinking about, wasn’t there?\n
We didn’t have much snow here last year. I know Gentle Readers in Greater Philly, particularly, got socked, and the DC area, got a lot more than usual. All those storms got to the eastern seaboard area and then just stopped, dumping snow and snow and snow down by the city of brotherly proverbial, and either never appeared in the Nutmeg state or wheezed a geriatric dusting over us before dying. Ah, the winter of 2009-2010; when it wasn’t worth fixing the zipper on my boots.\n
But enough about the snow. Were y’all aware that it’s only three weeks until pitchers and catchers report? It’s hard to believe that, I know, when we’re wading through the snow, and supposed to get another eight to twelve inches<\/i> tomorrow mixed with fucking sleet<\/i> just for kicks. At least our roof has held up so far; at work it’s nothing but horror stories about roofs and pipes. And complaining about our children not getting any schooling. Not that any of us are really worried about losing the educational content of the school day, we’re all just sick of our kids. And they are sick of us, too; sure, they want a snow day, as long as the weather is nice enough to take advantage of it.\n
Sorry. I know, I know, enough about the snow. Y’all don’t want to hear about it any more than I do. Let’s see… there’s the State of the Union Address tonight, that should start at nine; it’s not supposed to start snowing until much later, although wunderground says there could be snow showers up until midnight, and then a break until the new storm coming in around 10. And then it goes: Chance of snow, chance of snow, snow, ice pellets, snow, snow, snow, chance of snow. Ice pellets? Are they fucking kidding me? Ice pellets? The National Weather Service doesn’t say anything about ice pellets. Heavy snow, yes, it says heavy snow. Would I rather have ice pellets at this point than more snow? No. No, I would not rather have ice pellets. I would rather have a fucking heat wave.\n
But enough about the snow. Did you know that it’s Burns Day? Probably over by now, in Edinburgh, with everybody legless on good auld lang syne, and singing the immortal words\n
The wintry west extends his blast,
And hail and rain does blaw;
Or the stormy north sends driving forth
The blinding sleet and snaw:
Wild-tumbling brown, the burn comes down,
And roars frae bank to brae:
While bird and beast in covert rest,
And pass the heartless day.<\/blockquote>\nAh, fuck it.\n
Tolerabimus quod tolerare debemus<\/I>,
-Vardibidian.\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"In Which Your Humble Blogger is a little fixated.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":7,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[202],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-13575","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-news-item"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kith.org\/vardibidian\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13575","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kith.org\/vardibidian\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kith.org\/vardibidian\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kith.org\/vardibidian\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/7"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kith.org\/vardibidian\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=13575"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.kith.org\/vardibidian\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13575\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19295,"href":"https:\/\/www.kith.org\/vardibidian\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13575\/revisions\/19295"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kith.org\/vardibidian\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13575"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kith.org\/vardibidian\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13575"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kith.org\/vardibidian\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13575"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}