Saturday, November 7, 2009
This is pathetic. After a month of plotting, scheming, and discerning weather forecasts, this is it??
No one won the bet, as far as I am concerned, so we are beginnning again, an unheard of show of frustration shared by most of Anchorage. Folks here are talking about the lack of snow like farmers discuss a drought and lack of rainfall. I feel like I ought to be standing next to a pickup truck, cold beer in hand and dog in the front seat. "How much didja get at your place? This keeps up and we'll have frozen pipes and those democrats will blame it all on that Glo-bal warming everywhich where."
Yup, it sure is hard to live in Alaska right now, what with now-brown Mother Earth as a landscape which to view as we struggle to fathom this most uncomfortable season thus far. We don't know what to do with ourselves, and we're getting all out-of-sorts.
Our new dates for snow were discussed and settled last night at the dinner table: (and remember the rules; snow must cover the GRASS. Sorry Yukon, the street does not count)
Yukon: November 13 (he hopes a superstitious day will help things along)
Mom: November 10 (haha I have checked NOAA this morning)
Bear: 10 days (we had to help him with this; translates to Nov. 16)
Wolf: November 18
Put in your bets. If Bear wins everybody is invited over for peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and a premier showing of 'Snow White and the Seven Dwarves'. Oh goody.