Please allow me to interject my feelings about Mother Nature

Mentioned this in the travel thread, but the winds in the UK were insane today. I’m not a small guy and I was getting knocked off my feet waiting for a bus. I’m stunned there wasn’t more turbulence on my flight because I was bracing for the worst.

 

After being in the 70s earlier in the week (and apparently gorgeous for most of March), it flurried in Raleigh yesterday morning and left a measureable amount of sleet on the windshield wipers. My niece had originally planned for an outdoor wedding long before changing her mind, and it's a good thing because it was rainy and cold all day. Instead, we wound up at Whiskey Kitchen for some good southern cooking and the "I dos."

It'll be in the 20s tonight here in northeast Georgia before we return to our reguarly scheduled Florida snowbird existence tomorrow.

 

I don’t mind cold weather. Hell, I like it for hunting and trout fishing. But I do not like 70 on Wednesday and highs in the 30s on Friday. So I hate springtime in the South. And for tornaders.

 

Take the Wayward Bus to somewhere else.

 

This is tragic. There are so many farm workers and lower income in this area.

 

I live about 15-20 minutes from there. It's a flustercuck of epic proportions. Pajaro is about as dirt poor as it gets, separated from Watsonville (in Santa Cruz County) by the river. Monterey County isn't the greatest about providing services either.

Another storm expected overnight into Tuesday, then a break the rest of the week. But it could take months for things to dry out.

 

It's 36 this morning in Surf City.

 

Power still on here. Raining like hell, windy. Snow supposed to start by around lunchtime.

 

The azaleas are blooming. Dogwoods too. It dropped below freezing last night, and is supposed to be 28 tonight.

It's a matter of time until climate change starts to make the azaleas bloom before the Masters.

 

The goddamn jizz trees are already out in Virginia.