Suddenly, snow squalls
The official term is “snow squalls”. Something to do with an ideal temperature and humidity level, and then it snows, quickly. All fascinating, until you’re actually caught up in one, and visibility just goes away. Someone asked on a forum, last evening, about how to tell if one had started and the response was curt: look out the window.
I did venture out, briefly, for milk and storm chips. No squalls, but my body suddenly remembered why summer is so much better than winter. Better, and I can keep the modifier “cooler” for something less trying. My fingers are still tingling, and it’s not from any spidey-sense. We’re back into it, and I’ll break hibernation in about six months or so.
Came across a website detailing all the Maritime military bases that are gone (and largely forgotten). Some aerial photos will betray where airfield and H-huts once served to protect liberty (not really, but let’s pretend). Imagine, Debert had a Diefenbunker and Albro Lake had an antenna farm! Now, empty spaces.
Last night, the environmental study for our proposed wind energy farm went online. I’m going to have to do a deep read, but I accept the inevitable. Any time the field work is this complete, all the rest is just smoke and mirrors. Apparently the masts are already ordered, and there’s a rumour that the survey teams have staked their territory. If anyone asks me where I live, I’ll just say that I live in the shadow of great, noisy winged monsters. From now until I die. Not what I wanted.
