The dog is old enough to know better. SO, when he took advantage of an open door to tbe basement, and managed to get into the new paint on the stiar steps (coming and going), I had nothing to say. Well, nothing good, at least. Right now, his paws are carefully highlighted. Almost like fingerprints.
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Try to remember this one simple rule: media, any media, is just a file. This afternoon, I was forwarded a short audio clip. Old content. But, important (son #3 singing, back when school was still a thing). Now, the content came as a short message, and it turns out that with the right instructions, getting things into a storeable file format was really easy. No need to dig out the tape recorder and a microphone. Just click/save/rejoice. Oh, son #3, we will never forget (or let you forget).
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I really should cease with my weather advice to others. In particular, to someone with ties to heavy transport. You see, if I get asked about the chances of a storm, in a place that is four days away by bicycle (I don’t own a car), I’m guessing blindly. From my kitchen window, I see none of this. Yes, I’m in the region (sic). No, I am unqualified to give a third hand interpretation of the probs to anyone (including the dog).
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Right now, my social media stream (actually, a trickle) is watching the weather. Specifically, a winter storm warning. Here’s the catch. It might be snow, or rain, or snow and rain, with wind, or without. In fact, the only detail I can extract from the summary is that the sun probably won’t shine much for a couple of days. But, it might.
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The weather forecast can’t always be wrong. Yesterday, we were told that snow was coming. And it did. All night long. This morning, we moved from nothing to something. Or as I told one of the kids, zero to thirty (centimeters). I measured. Stuck a ruler into the snow cover and confirmed things.
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I don’t have to avoid the wind and the rain, but right now being inside makes a lot of sense. I actually watched the farmer from below start to plow his field (for winter? Who knows…) and give up just about the time it was too dark for me to watch any more. I live in an area where people have to work harder, due to weather. Farming. Fishing. All equal in the shadow of a storm.
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And then, it hailed. Again and again. As if the weather wizards were checking to see if we had taken notice. Around here, we usually get a short flurry. Not today.
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For me, sudden gusts of wind are inconvenient. Not uncomfortable, given that I keep “genny” on standby, but resetting multiple clocks is a reminder that sometimes a good old pendulum coo-koo is capable of withstanding “squalls”. We weren’t warned about today’s moments, but the bridge recorded 135+km, and here at home I had moments in excess of 65km.
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We’re under one of those weather watches, as a hurricane aims for the area. I’m so hyped that I just broke open my bag of storm chips. Still have two days to go. Is that a bad thing?
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If my computer didn’t offer that convenient calendar and day name utility on the taskbar, I would be lost. Going to my fridge calendar is useful, but only on a limited basis; it reminds me that 2 follows 3. It doesn’t help when I no longer have a sense of where in the weekly cycle I’ve landed. In fact, that might be the biggest result of the pandemic.
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