“Here we go again…again!”

“Who left the fridge open?”

Every few years we get one of those winters – where, after three or four years of sub-tropical Christmas, we get blitzed with a back-order of snow to make up for the minutes we didn’t have to spend shoveling.

To make things worse, it isn’t just New England that’s having a bad winter. I’ve heard temperatures in the 30's for both California and South Carolina. So, it was only a matter of time before TV news triggered my inevitable brain aneurism when a savvy viewer asked, “How can ‘they’ talk about global warming?” All evidence to the contrary, I stick by my earlier claim:

Weather does not come from magic.

I know it’s hard to crack open a book, and maybe you don’t trust wikipedia. After all, why should we believe the science of other people? We didn’t do the work ourselves. Science is a demon! The earth is flat, weather is made by gnomes (I saw it in a cartoon), and Massachusetts is the center of the universe. When something unnatural happens – like frigging cold in January – how can we support such structured beliefs in logic and reasoning?

It’s not An Inconvenient Truth, it’s just something people don’t feel like thinking about…you know, like the recession we weren’t having until six months ago. These things aren’t official unless the president himself tells us, after all. The Great Oz has spoken!

We had blizzard, after blizzard, after blizzard. Virtually every weekend from Thanksgiving to late January, we had a snow storm. Not flurries, not sleet, but a biblical plague of snow. After a while, there was no place to put it. Out of mercy, we were given a 50 degree weekend that melted most of the December snow. Then, we went straight back to being buried alive.

And the morning commute was murder!