In a decent-sized chunk of North America, people have been experiencing all four seasons each week. Yup, you guessed it, I'm one of them!
For those of you fortunate enough to not experience this, here's a tiny taste of what I've been dealing with...
Last Friday, we reached a high temperature of 81° (27° C) -- the highest February temperature ever for this area. The very next day, the high temp was 38° (3° C). Next came a couple of days of near-seasonal weather (late winter just about to become early spring), and then Tuesday through early Wednesday came several supercell storms that produced several tornadoes. (Thankfully, nothing really serious hit here beyond a little flooding, though lots of folks were spooked, thanks to those storms hitting so close to the 5th anniversary of the EF3 and EF4 tornadoes that hit Henryville.) This morning, there was a little snow on the ground.
I've been in a considerable amount of pain, especially during the severe weather and the extreme temperature swings. Thanks to the stiffness I feel, I have a new appreciation of what the Tin Woodsman must have been going through when Dorothy found him by the Yellow Brick Road. Also, trees have started pollinating early, so everyone here's dealing with springtime allergies early.
And, to top it off, there have been reminders of a bunch of unpleasant anniversaries. I've already mentioned the 5th anniversary of the March 2 tornadoes that hit Henryville. It's also the 20th anniversary of the worst flooding this region had seen since 1937, plus it's the 80th anniversary of the 1937 floods. And, coincidentally, this Sunday's the 20th anniversary of my mom's death.
So it's been a bit difficult for me to be my usual, chipper self. Thanks for letting me vent a little.
Q: What do you call a crate full of ducks?
A: A box of quackers.