Let it Snow...
Dec. 25th, 2010 07:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elrhiarhodanWinter is upon us...can Spring be far behind?
Ummmm...yeah!
I love that the weatherpeeps have been calling this December "unseasonably cold" - as if December was supposed to be a warm month this side of the Equator. We've had dustings and freezes and sleet. Wednesday was an all-day flurry event - sort of like a snow-globe. But tomorrow, if the weatherpeeps (and NOAA) are correct, we are looking at some serious accumulation (fifteen inches). Can you say, HELL YES! (with an air-aimed fist pump).
Normally, I'm not one to get all fervid about the weather - unless it's just too fucking hot. But this time, I'm excited. Why? Because I just got my storm door in. This was a task I feared. The door - actually a 60 pound glass panel, has to be inserted into the slot vacated by the screen panels, then secured with splines that get hammered in to the slots.
Now - hammer and glass is a combination that sort of freaks me out.
BUT YOU SEE - I AM A JEWELER. I HAZ TOOLZ. More precisely, I have a light weight rawhide mallet, which is perfect for banging near a large panel of not-safety glass. I also has courage, and smarts and sometimes a heart.
You may ask, Elr - what's the big deal, you don't go out your front door anyway. So some snow gets through the screen, big whoop, it'll melt.
Well, peeps - my front door. It has some problems. And more than a little snow tends to accumulate against it.
Here's proof:
The door handle is approximately two and a half feet off the ground, and as you can see - there is snow above the handle. So, if the wind is in the right direction, all that snow will be pressing against my front door. It will end up inside my house. That will make me UNHAPPY. And an unhappy Elr can't write seksitimes fanfic.
And just in case you think I'm shittin' you...this is the weather report, courtesy of weather.gov.
All I can say now is LET IT SNOW, you bastards. LET IT SNOW. Come on, I challenge you. I have tools. And a blow torch. And a flexible shaft machine. You can't defeat me.
Ummmm...yeah!
I love that the weatherpeeps have been calling this December "unseasonably cold" - as if December was supposed to be a warm month this side of the Equator. We've had dustings and freezes and sleet. Wednesday was an all-day flurry event - sort of like a snow-globe. But tomorrow, if the weatherpeeps (and NOAA) are correct, we are looking at some serious accumulation (fifteen inches). Can you say, HELL YES! (with an air-aimed fist pump).
Normally, I'm not one to get all fervid about the weather - unless it's just too fucking hot. But this time, I'm excited. Why? Because I just got my storm door in. This was a task I feared. The door - actually a 60 pound glass panel, has to be inserted into the slot vacated by the screen panels, then secured with splines that get hammered in to the slots.
Now - hammer and glass is a combination that sort of freaks me out.
BUT YOU SEE - I AM A JEWELER. I HAZ TOOLZ. More precisely, I have a light weight rawhide mallet, which is perfect for banging near a large panel of not-safety glass. I also has courage, and smarts and sometimes a heart.
You may ask, Elr - what's the big deal, you don't go out your front door anyway. So some snow gets through the screen, big whoop, it'll melt.
Well, peeps - my front door. It has some problems. And more than a little snow tends to accumulate against it.
Here's proof:
The door handle is approximately two and a half feet off the ground, and as you can see - there is snow above the handle. So, if the wind is in the right direction, all that snow will be pressing against my front door. It will end up inside my house. That will make me UNHAPPY. And an unhappy Elr can't write seksitimes fanfic.
And just in case you think I'm shittin' you...this is the weather report, courtesy of weather.gov.
All I can say now is LET IT SNOW, you bastards. LET IT SNOW. Come on, I challenge you. I have tools. And a blow torch. And a flexible shaft machine. You can't defeat me.
