Lower Tundra Weather Update

It’s friggin’ freezing outside! No, it’s Super-Friggin’ cold!

Well, let me amend that. It’s 15 degrees and dropping. The wind is blowing gusts of 45 mph, meaning I don’t care how well your house is built, it feels like you’re outside if you’re unlucky enough to sit by a window. I am thusly unlucky, since most of my house is window. With the wind gusts, it’s about 0 degrees counting windchill. Needless to say, my wind chimes are rocking.

The dog went out, peed quickly, and came back inside. She wouldn’t do #2 outside, and instead picked a nice spot right by the door. (I can’t blame her, not on a day like today.) The cat poked his head out for less than a second and thought better of the game of having Mr. Demonic chase him around the yard. Besides, there’s about a foot of snow, making small animals going into the yard look like they are drowning in snow drifts.

Mr. D went out to plow the lots. Not with the plow, mind you, because we don’t have a plow. With a snowblower and snow shovel. One lot is about 10,000 square feet, almost an acre. With the wind blowing as it is, I am thinking it is an exercise in futility, but you can’t tell him anything.

I hear that even my southern neighbors are getting a nice dose of winterly blast. So much for global warming.

It’s only 11 a.m., but I’m going to get myself a hot toddy.

Wintertime in the Rockies

My daughter and I drove to Utah today, about halfway to California.

The past two days on the Front Range have been all about rain. It was a good thing, because they haven’t had much rain in the last month or so. Of course, Mother Nature waited until I drove into town to throw down a monsoon.

When we left this morning, it was cold and still raining steadily. I haven’t seen this kind of rain since we were in NorCal over a Christmas a couple of years ago. That’s when the Napa River flooded the day after we left. It’s usually dry in Colorado, rain normally is an afternoon event, not something lasting three days. I saw four roll-over accidents on the interstate before we drove out of the city limits.

As we took the freeway through the mountains west of Denver, we were shocked to see snow! It was a light dusting, but enough to clog the freeway and cause it to shut down for twenty minutes while the snow plows made a pass just east of the Eisenhower Tunnel.

When we got out of the car on the other side of the tunnel, we weren’t the only ones dazed. The temperature had dropped another twenty degrees, and my daughter and I were shivering in our summer clothes.

The unexpected snowstorm caused me to drive slower than I had expected. We were a few hours behind schedule.

A hundred miles past, on the Western Slope, the temperatures were in the 80s and the sky was blue. Welcome to wintertime in the Rockies.

Now THIS is Rain!

In case anyone forgot what it’s like:


Sorry, I can’t get it to embed.

A Hot Weather Update

It’s still hot.

It still hasn’t rained. They keep promising rain, but they lie. I can’t remember the last time I took my umbrella out.  Hmm… I wonder where my umbrella is?

The weeds are losing the war.

If anyone wants a cucumber (or two or three or a couple dozen), give me a call. I’ve been shipping them them to the starving artist-college student on the Left Coast, so it’s not beyond the realm of possibilities.

The tomatoes are coming along. This year they are slow, but sure. I’m sure when I’m gone for a week getting the youngest Demonic into college, they will go hog wild and Mr. D will largely ignore them.

Did I say it’s still hot? Because it’s still freakin’ hot.

Weather Report

It’s snowing again. Big, wet, soggy flakes.

Because it’s snowing again, the sky is very gray.

Tomorrow the temperature will nosedive into the 0 degrees, with windchills in the sub-zero degrees. Oh, friggin’ happy day.

Just one week ago, I was in Napa Valley. *Sigh*

I think I’d better take an extra dose of happy pills today.