Who am I, the Weather, Man?

Didn't know it was going to snow last night.

Didn't know it was going to be nearly 50 degrees today.

Didn't know by the time I left the gym at 3 or so PM it would be below freezing.

I am not the weatherman. Partly because I am not a man. But also because I don't like the way I look on camera and am not a meteorologist (which I know is not a TV weatherman requirement but Doug Hill is, so if I wanted to run with the big dogs I would have to be one as well).

And though I have proven to you just now that I am not a weatherman, I must confess that I have not paid close attention to neither a well educated meteorologist, a TV weatherman nor a internet weather site (NOAAi gets my vote when I am paying attention!).

I should have paid attention.

Today, I took my snow white legs out into the world in a skirt sans tights. When I decided that this was a good idea the snow was melting fast. The sun was warm and the wind wasn't blowing, much to my dismay this didn't last through my super-muscleman-esque workout.

Heck, as I sit here typing my hands are growing numb from the cold (which inevitably makes my spelling even worse because my fingers don't hit the proper keys at the appropriate times). My feet are icy but I could have changed into pants and slippers if I had had the forethought to do so, but my mind isn't really working at this speed this time of day. (And defiantly not after a rather rigorous midday workout.)

In the future I, especially during times like these when "global warming" should really get a new name (climate change, perchance??) and the days are superdy-duperdy unpredictable, I shall consult a weather forecast. I know that they are not always accurate but I am not yet skilled enough to use my psychic abilities to predict the changes in my environment.

Winter Weather

I work two pairs of pants yesterday. Its not even that cold but its getting to me. I'm not into putting on a heavy coat just yet, I can barely remember to wear shoes other than flip-flop let alone taking gloves and a hat just in case.

They've taken snow out of the forecast for where I live so I'm going to just dive right in (Sorry, Nora you thought I was visiting for your birthday) I'm heading to a place that has a high chance of accumulating, if only a half inch, some snow today. I'm taking my coat, even though I'm not sure I can bear to put it on, and boots but not snow boots.

Wish me luck!

Falling for Fall

There was frost on my car when I got in it at 6:30 this morning. It's November 2, last week there were days in the 80s and the week before a day in the 90s, now I have socks and a sweatshirt on and I can't feel my hands or feet (I'm indoors, if that isn't a given variable).

I need you to know that Autumn is my most favorite season and last year I missed it while I was living in London, the weather turned cool but the leaves stayed green. This year the color is beautiful, the grass is finally green again after the summer draught and the leaves are yellow and orange and red and everywhere. It is breathtaking.

I drove home this afternoon and as I hit the dirt road and drove through the tunnel of trees and it was all yellow, the sky, the walls of trees and the edges of the road, all yellow. I can't really describe it, but it is the most beautiful thing, that half-mile of road is the reason I don't really mind living at home. That half-mile is the reason Robert Frost is such a successful poet (I know, I know he's not from here, he's from much farther north and I hear that New England has the most gorgeous Falls).

I need a few more days of warm then I'll surrender to the cold. And if after two days of warm the colors fade and the grey sets in, I'll be ok.