I know it. You know it. The entire northern hemisphere knows it. So why am I the only one panicking and doomsday prepping like a crazy person? Because I’m keenly attuned to seasonal nuance, that’s why. I can feel the menacing approach of winter from here, early September, when shorts and flip-flops are still a … Continue reading : something wicked this way comes :
Tag: climate
: splooting explained :
The British call it pancaking. Squirrels call it life enhancing. Others call it heat dumping. Most of the big dictionaries don’t define it, yet. However, it is thought to be of recent coinage, which is nice. Etymology is such a gas. I, myself, stumbled across the term in, of all places, the Washington Post. Apparently, … Continue reading : splooting explained :
: blame it on corn sweat :
It’s a real, honest-to-goodness thing. Corn, the kind that grows on tall, spindly stalks in endless rows of dirt, sweats. It stands quietly in the sunshine exhaling water into the atmosphere through a process called evapotranspiration. Less scientific types call it corn sweat. One measly acre of ripening corn (there are millions in Illinois) can … Continue reading : blame it on corn sweat :
: stepping up :
Not in terms of personal betterment, mind you, but in terms of accepting responsibility. You see, I’m exchanging the freedom and independence of my automobile for the inconvenience and aggravation of public transportation. This sounds like a totally hare-brained endeavor, of course, and will be a gigantic nuisance, but it needs to be done. My dear … Continue reading : stepping up :
: send degrees :
It’s colder in Illinois than in Antarctica. Since I don’t expect you to believe me, I’ve provided proof. ↑ There, see? ↑ Those are real time screen shots of current conditions. Our air temperature is a full 10º lower, but feels 13º lower with the wind chill factored in. This is the kind of cold that’s … Continue reading : send degrees :
: that isn’t a car :
Don’t be fooled by appearances. That's an oven. A 4-door, 5-passenger, all-wheel drive oven. The tires are what threw me, but it really does look like a car; my car. So imagine my surprise when I unlocked the door and hopped in. The instant my butt hit the seat, I sizzled and became self-basting. Fortunately, … Continue reading : that isn’t a car :
: giving up god for lent :
Why not candy, like a normal person? Or liquor or swearing or Facebook, something ordinary and reasonable? Well, I considered that route, but no. This year, I picked God. The whole religion thing is a quandary for me. I go back and forth, round and round. One day, oh, there’s a God, all right; He’s … Continue reading : giving up god for lent :
the whirly girl 