Friday, January 17, 2014
Snow and sleet, 14 degrees above on tap for tonight.
I've been sitting upstairs, drinking coffee and listening to NOAA weather radio. Not long ago, they proposed to cut off our weather radio here to save money. So many people raised hell that the big wigs in D.C. relented. It figured they would want to keep funding temperature buoys out in the ocean but stop broadcasting local weather. I can get weather from the internet, but the Weather Channel is gone now. Direct TV dropped it. The fact is, the weather outfit they replaced Weather Channel with is a better one, because it doesn't have all these asinine shows about prospecting and "freaks". What has any of that got to do with the weather? The new outfit just does weather, all day, and I was watching it instead of Weather Channel anyway. I will miss Stephanie Abrams, the statuesque amazon blond. I'll also miss Jen Cargfagno, because she was such a sweet natured person and a good wife and mom. She always worked the bad shifts so she could be with her family. But that's how it goes.
Tonight we have sleet, freezing rain and snow predicted. Supposedly it will pass through quickly and not be a bother. I hope my wife gets away from school and gets on home as soon as she can. She has to cross the mountains to get back here, and both passes ice up quickly. If she leaves her mom's by four, she should be home early enough to avoid the bad weather.
Parking up here is hellish. I've mentioned before that I have parking pads for the vehicles, but not much in the way of turn around room. The pad I've been using for my wife's car has no turn around at all. I have to back it down a steep slope, through the trees, before I can get the nose pointed down slope. Last weekend I was backing up, with the door open. The ridiculous little owls eye window in the back of the car is useless. But as I passed a tree, the door was a little bit too much open and it hit the tree. Not a lot of damage but it will be a shop job to fix the thing back so it fits in the door slots correctly. Something is always jumping out of the woodwork to bite you in the derriere on this mountain.