Still Windy - January 7, 2011
The sky in the photo above looks a great deal like the sky yesterday -- mostly blue, with a few puffy clouds and some streaky clouds blown by the wind, which is still quite strong today. The mail delivery person (to be politically correct although it was actually a mail-man since this person was of the masculine gender) caught me in the front yard with the camera to my eye. I felt I had to explain that I was documenting the new year by taking a sky photo every day. Now -- lest any readers feel panic creeping up on them, just because I take a sky photo every day does not (necessarily) mean that you will be looking at 365 sky photos in 2011!
Staying with the "windy" theme for just a 'mo, and since I'm still reveling in having learned how to upload videos, I offer you a rendition of my #2 favorite "Wind" song:
Gogi Grant was a pretty woman, and had a beautiful voice. Too bad they weren't making videos back in 1956, when this was recorded.
Earlier in the day, the temperature was in the low 60's, but it's supposed to SNOW on Sunday! If you don't like the weather around here, just wait a while. We shall see what we shall see.
I called my physician's office this morning to request new written prescriptions for the medications I take daily. This is an annual exercise; my medications haven't changed in several years, but the prescriptions must be rewritten every twelve months, and January is the month. What has this to do with the weather, you might inquire? The clerk in the doctor's office to whom I spoke told me that it might be Tuesday of next week before I could pick up the prescriptions because "We're supposed to have snow, you know, and the office may have to be closed on Monday."
Arkansans, by and large, don't react very well to snow or ice. I suppose I have to include myself among them, at least when it comes to ice. However, only one time in the last 40 years of my working life did I miss work because of the weather, in this case about 9" of snow -- not because I couldn't/wouldn't get out and about, but because my mother's "sitter" couldn't make it to my home to stay with her. Since retiring, I generally have the luxury of just staying in when it snows. If I'm in a particularly mischievous frame of mind, I can stand in my open doorway and listen to tires squeal as drivers try to make it up the inclines on the freeway, just a few blocks away.
That's it for this 7th day of the new year. Tomorrow is also a day -- and happens to be my son's 52nd birthday.