I was disappointed today by the weatherman. That is not unusual, of
course. I think all meterologists should go into politics. They lie to
us nearly every day about the upcoming weather and are so vague that
after listening to a five minute discourse on the latest doppler radar
readings you are still confused about whether to bring that umbrella,
the shovel or the sunscreen. Still, knowing that they lie to us every
day and are not the least bit reliable, we would still bring the
umbrella if they said rain. But today the weatherman said no white
Christmas and I think he was telling the truth for a change.
A
few days ago we had snow, just enough to make it all white and not
enough to cause shoveling. In New England you don't bother to shovel
unless the snow is higher than the bumper of the car. We had just come
off a brisk week of below freezing temperatures and then a little snow
and finally, it looked a bit like Christmas. But as happens here we
went from 3F yesterday morning to over 60F today and after a quick
downpour all residual snow is now gone. That's -16C and +15C
respectively, for you Celcius users.
And that's another thing.
It has been years now since the American public turned its nose up at
the very idea of changing to celcius and the metric system and still
all the silly bank clocks show the temperature in both Celcius and
Fahrenheit and naturally you drive by at the exact moment they are
showing the temp in Celcius and have gone far past by the time it shows
the real temperature. Now to a New Englander, telling me is it -9F is
bad enough, but if you tell me it is -22 I am going to think it is
really cold. I might even wear a coat. Conversely, in the summer if is
is 104F and you tell me it is only 40 degrees I am going to hit you.
(Well, I am hot and cranky).
And we never went for meters and
liters or even metres and litres. I can still buy my milk in pints and
quarts and gallons, but for some reason the soda bottlers want me to
buy 2 liter bottles while still selling 12 oz cans. They are confused
but not so sure of themselves that everything is in liters. They print
the ounces on the 2 liter bottles. They must have retooled the machines
to make that particular size bottle and it is not cost effective to
change back even though there is no earthly reason to continue to sell
1 and 2 liter bottles.
And why is it that only Americans still
cling to the English system of weights and measures while all
Commonwealth nations have conformed to the metric system?
And
while we are on the subject of conforming, what is it with these
"universal" illustrated road signs? You know the ones that instead of
proclaiming simply "No Passing on the Right" have a picture of two cars
and one going by the other on the right side with a big red circle
around it and a line through it. By the time I have passed the other
car on the right to get a good look at it and decipher the sign it is
too late. I don't have time to stare at a sign and figure out what the
little pictorial means, I will drive off the road staring at something
that long. For crying out loud, why did I bother to learn to read?
Where
was I? Oh yeah, snow. Well I like snow and all, it is very picturesque.
Very Currier and Ives. I think it should snow on Christmas Eve and then
not so much after that. Unfortunately Christmas in December is not a
snow guarantee. In New England the weather hasn't settled yet into
winter. We may have had snow in October but that does not preclude a
warm and balmy Christmas day in December. If you want a guarantee of
extended and unrelenting cold, snow and ice, you want January. I have
been petitioning for moving Christmas to January for ages but so far
have not garnered much support. So tomorrow for Christmas it will be
mostly sunny and 32 degrees, or 0 Celsius. Unless, we are lucky and the
weatherman lied again.
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