The weather, it is achangin'.
Nearly 60F today and rather still. Wonderful day for total station type work. Clear as a bell on looong shots.
About 20 minutes ago Mrs. Cow left for an appointment. Two minutes later the phone rings. It's her. Says she is a mile and a half away and it is raining on her and the wind is howling. Still pretty nice here. Went out to move a few things that should not be rained upon. The wind hit straight out of the north. There is a hackberry tree row about 1000 feet long running west parallel to our house. Leaves are coming off by the tens of thousands resembling a blizzard of huge brownish-yellow snowflakes all headed south as fast as they can go. In the stretch adjacent to the house, the leaves get an extra lift as they shoot over the ridge of the house thus carrying them even further. Our cats are going nuts. They seem to think the leaves are feathers or something. Stupid cats are leaping into the air to swat at the leaves then try to catch them before they hit the ground. Most amusement I've had all day.
Supposed to be in the 20's tonight with a high in the 40's tomorrow followed by lower 20's tomorrow evening.
I'd call that a blue norther coming in"
They don't happen often around here.
Can see them headed in when the sky to the north turns deep dark blue with bellowing clouds above that making a wall across the horizon and to the south it is still clear and nice.
Time to head to the barn asap.
😉
That's a pretty accurate description of what it looked like as it was hitting here. 25-35 mph winds are changing things quickly. Tomorrow morning is to start off with windchills in the teens. Maybe temp will hit 34 by noon and peak at 37. Same kinds of wind, though, will keep those windchills low.
Windchill = 8F at 7:00 a.m.
Oh, where, oh where, did the lovely autumn weather go?
cold here, too..
It was 25F with a 30mph wind this morning..whatever windchill that works out to, it felt 'invigorating'.
Guess I'll park the motorsickle for a day or two...but I don't think it's yet time to bring the battery in for winter; still a few warm days left I bet.B-)
Your Holiness, I feel the pain.....
Almost time, down here, to hunker down with some fake firelogs!
Y'all Eskimo's have a great week! B-)
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I think this poem embraces how I feel about the snow plow dude!
Winter Diary
August 12: Moved to our new home in Alaska. It is so beautiful here. The mountains are so majestic. Can hardly wait to see snow covering them.
October 14: Alaska is the most beautiful place on earth. The leaves are turned all the colors and shades of red and orange. Went for a ride through the beautiful mountains and saw some deer. They are so graceful. Certainly they are the most wonderful animal on earth. This must be paradise. I love it here.
November 11: Deer season will start soon. I can’t imagine anyone wanting to kill such a gorgeous creature. Hope it will snow soon. I love it here.
December 2: It snowed last night. Woke up to find everything blanketed with white. It looks like a postcard. We went outside and cleaned the snow off the steps and shoveled the driveway. We had a snow ball fight (I won), and when the snow-plow came by, we had to shovel the driveway again. What a beautiful place. I love Alaska.
December 12: More snow last night. I love it. The snow-plow did his trick again to the driveway. I love it here.
December 19: More snow last night. Couldn’t get out of the driveway to get to work. I am exhausted from shoveling. F***ing snow-plow.
December 22: More of that white s**t fell last night. I’ve got blisters on my hands from shoveling. I think the snow-plow hides around the curve and waits until I’m done shoveling the driveway. A-hole!
December 25: Merry F***ing Christmas. More friggen snow. If I ever get my hands on that son-of-a-bitch who drives the snow-plow I swear I’ll kill the bastard. Don’t know why they don’t use more salt on the roads to melt the F***ing ice.
December 27: More white s**t last night. Been inside for three days except for shoveling out the driveway after that snow-plow goes through every time. Can’t go anywhere, car’s stuck in a mountain of white s**t. The weatherman says to expect another 10 inches of the s**t again tonight. Do you know how many shovels full of snow 10 inches is?
December 28: The F***ing weatherman was wrong. We got 34 inches of that s**t this time. At this rate it won’t melt before the summer. The snow-plow got stuck up in the road and that bastard came to the door and asked to borrow my shovel. After I told him I had broken six shovels already shoveling all the s**t he pushed into the driveway, I broke my last one over his F***ing head.
January 4: Finally got out of the house today. Went to the store to get food and on the way back a damned deer ran in front of the car and I hit it. Did about $3,000 damage to the car. Those F***ing beasts should be killed. Wish the hunters had killed them all last November.
May 3: Took the car to the garage in town. Would you believe the thing is rusting out from that F***ing salt they put all over the roads.
May 10: Moved to Arizona. I can’t imagine why anyone in their right mind would ever live in that god-forsaken state of Alaska.
12 degrees and sunny here in Anchorage. Ya'll have a good day.
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That was funny! Thanks.
I don’t understand how y’all, (Especially You and Moistner) can stand the cold. My normal daily clothing scenario consists of a polo shirt, shorts, socks and sneakers, and of course my rocket ship underpants.
Cripes I get cold carrying a bag of “Ready Ice” out of the 7-11.
Besides, I’d rather be run over by a “Roach Coach Food Wagon” than eaten by a Polar Bear! (or any other creature that eat’s people) 😉
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It's easy, work long enough at 30 below, then 12 above feels downright balmy! I'm a snowbird. As soon as the ocean starts to freeze in Nome, I fly South to..... Anchorage! As far as critters that can eat you, that's why I never really work solo, I find the fattest, slowest helper in the village, don't have to out run the bear, just the guy with me! 😉 :beer:
-JD-
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JD
I learned to carry a .22 cal pistol for bears. That way you can shoot the helper in the kneecap and run!! In the winter I go into hibernation in places like the Glacier Bay Brewery.
Pablo B-)
