We got some snow (and a day off work) but we didn’t get as much snow as predicted. No 10-18 inches of snow here. More like six inches before it started to melt.
These photos were taken around 10:00 this morning. Heavy, wet snow coming from the east. Temperature is about 32 degrees. This was perfect snowman making snow.
And these photos were taken at 2:30 this afternoon.
The sun is still shining and the snow is still melting. It’s 43 degrees outside right now.
Much ado about nothing.
A huge winter storm is headed our way. I believe the name is Saturn. Having named winter storms will take some getting used to. Are the weather forecasters crying wolf again saying our area could get anywhere from 10 to 18 inches of snow?
Snagged from weather.com
I admit I’m very sceptical when it comes to these forecasts. In the past they were either way over or way under the actual precipitation amounts. Oops, sorry. The storm track went farther north/south than expected or it fizzled out altogether.
Sometimes they get it right. Like the “Storm of the Century” in March 1993. I didn’t believe it was going to be as bad as predicted so I continued with my plans to visit my friend in Pine Grove, PA the Friday the storm hit. We were trapped in her house until Tuesday. All the roads were shut down for several days and it was bitter cold. When Interstate 81 finally did reopen, it was one-lane with snow piled 15 feet high on either side of the road. OK, they got that one right.
But the last several storms headed our way didn’t pan out. Hence my skepticism.
I’m not alone in this thinking. I stopped at the market this morning on my way to work (I forgot to get milk the other day) and overheard several people taking about how the media are constantly causing panic: Super Storms, the Mayan calendar panic, fuel and food shortages/price increases. I remember when Johnny Carson joked about a toilet paper shortage (many, many years ago) and people flocked to the market and bought up all the toilet paper! And it was a joke.
Is this another case of crying wolf? Time will tell.
Mr. Aitch and I were driving through Morgantown, West Virginia yesterday and decided to stop for an early dinner at the Tilted Kilt.
As we approached the entrance to the restaurant, a gentleman was leaving and he held the door for us. I noticed his shirt and told him that I really liked it. He nodded and thanked me.
Mr. Aitch and I sat down at our table, ordered and ate our meal. When we were finished eating, the waitress came over to tell us that our meal was paid for by the gentleman whose shirt I liked. We waved to him and as we were leaving, we stopped to thank him for his generosity. He replied that it was his pleasure to help out a fellow patriot.
What was on the back of his shirt? Join, or die. For more information about this woodcut by Benjamin Franklin, click here.
We had to say goodbye to an old friend this weekend.
Now before you get out the tissues, let me say that this goodbye wasn’t a person or a beloved pet but our trusty electric popcorn popper.
We had this popcorn popper for at least 15 years. Maybe more. We tried microwave popcorn but it always burned in our microwave. Literally caught fire. Twice. I learned my lesson.
This wonderful popcorn popper had a rod that stirred the popcorn so it didn’t burn. It made wonderful popcorn. Until Saturday night.
The rod was stirring but there was no heat. Popcorn doesn’t pop without heat.
Fortunately I had another hand-crank popper as a back-up. The Whirley Pop.
Yes, ours is red. I have a thing for red. I bought this several years ago to make kettle corn and it saved the day, or night. We still had freshly made, hot, buttery popcorn to eat while we watched a movie Saturday night. Mr. Aitch and I thought it was the BEST popcorn we’ve had in a long time.
And it’s completely submersible.
Sorry Stir Crazy.
Knitting In Flashes 