Tom12309

Pelting in the Dorptown. They plowed and I have a wall at the end of the driveway. Easy 4 inches here, total cement from the looks of it.

Well, I had that January joke wrong at the doc's. This morning is January weather. 30 degrees, rain in the Dorptown. Though it is starting to rattle a little.

Must have been quite the gradient today from some of your posts. Doubt it made it above 36-37 today in the Dorptown. At the chiro this morning, remarked on the 35 degree rain. "That's January weather there, that is." Doc's heavily into alpine skiing. Just gives me a look. I'm like, I probably shoulda said that *after* you adjusted my spine.

When my dad was a forced laborer in Germany during WWII he said they saw those planes rivering over during the daylight raids. He said the beating they could take and keep flying was amazing. He said they'd be returning one propeller stopped and big holes in the wings and fuselage. He described the fighters on them as like flies on cows.

I should take a pic of the Halloween stuff I saw in the local Home Depot while I was renting their paver saw. Who buys 30 foot tall plastic ugly crap for their yard? If you're going big on Halloween have creativity and do it yourself.

Weather terminology can be so confusing. The weather app on my phone's text discussion: "A slow moving cold front will zip across the Northeast and off the coast this afternoon."

Can't complain over this way... snowed all day yesterday but didn't accumulate on bare pavement until last night, I cleared maybe 4 inches off the driveway this morning and that's not counting what added up on the existing snow from the all day light to occasionally moderate stuff. Not bad for a storm where the good stuff was way off to the east.

It is logarithmic from one class to the next, linear within the class.

When I was a kid we went up to the Gaspe Peninsula and being on the south shore of the St Lawrence watching that wall of dark come down the river is in the top half dozen or so coolest things I have ever seen. Imagine seven people in a Pontiac station wagon driven by my 18 year old brother with seven heads stuck out the windows alternately all looking at the sky trying to find a hole in the clouds and our unsynchronized watches until we as one yelled "STOP NOW", screeched to a halt and jumped out of the car maybe five minutes in front of it. Also the silence as all the birds stopped singing.