Awaiting the rains of an early spring
The calendar belies the real state of climate change. Think about it. With ten days to run before equinox, the winter has almost run its course. Temperature today: 10C. In the forecast: 50mm of rain. Not 50cm of snow! The odds of a St. Patrick Storm: dropping quickly. The driveway: already showing pebbles. All positive.
I’ve already decided to stow the parka and go back to the windbreaker. Yes, with a polar, but there’s symbolism. No need to wear mittens in the pouring rain. My series of snowbank pictures (due several weeks from now) may be unnecessary. More unnecessary.
Like many others, I didn’t handle the clock change well. A restless night, broken with moments of dream activity. No REM, as far as I can tell. Hopefully tonight will be a return to regularly scheduled programming. At work, the lack of sleep wasn’t apparent. I think. I’m busy prepping the local load of laptops, so part of the day was spent accepting that we generate far more garbage than in “the good old days”.
Son #1 and his band are performing this evening. Son #3 will be in attendance (I think). The parents will not (I know). Wish things were different (really). Wish him luck, though.
In that “battle of the bulge” in NYC, the proposed law to forbid purchasing larger than allowed portions of pop has been invalidated by the courts. Somehow, that makes as much sense as the original proposal. You remember. That’s where you wouldn’t be allowed to buy more than 16 oz. in a single serving, but multiple “smaller than that” orders would pass unnoticed. It goes hand in hand with the failure to teach basic arithmetic schools. Wasn’t there a book about that: “Why the mayor can’t add”.
