Talk About The Weather

[doug rr]

whatever snow there was is all gone..melted overnight and I can see green lawns now

[wease]

whatever snow there was is all gone..melted overnight and I can see green lawns now

Time to mow

[wease]

We’re right on the line of supposedly getting like 1 inch or less and 3-4 inches tomorrow night into Wednesday. Just have to wait and see which way it goes.

[Dev]

They are saying coldest temps in decades out here.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Monkey_Driven]

Our school system is out of snow days, so if they're going to start tacking on days to the end of the school year.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Monkey_Driven]

Our school system is out of snow days, so if they're going to start tacking on days to the end of the school year.

Actually not bad if you're on a university schedule

No, but it does change "how we evaluate future snow days". I just want consistency!

[wease]

No we’re to get 2-3 inches. School called out before the first flake has fallen.

[Dev]

We got the official report that we are the coldest place in the world right now. The big debate for me today is is it even worth taking the trash out.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

We got the official report that we are the coldest place in the world right now. The big debate for me today is is it even worth taking the trash out.

It is not.

[Dev]

We got the official report that we are the coldest place in the world right now. The big debate for me today is is it even worth taking the trash out.

It is not.

Yeah, I'm not gonna do it.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

We got the official report that we are the coldest place in the world right now. The big debate for me today is is it even worth taking the trash out.

It is not.

Yeah, I'm not gonna do it.

What if there was a hot babe leaned on up against the can

[Dev]

We got the official report that we are the coldest place in the world right now. The big debate for me today is is it even worth taking the trash out.

It is not.

Yeah, I'm not gonna do it.

What if there was a hot babe leaned on up against the can

lol

[BurtReynolds]

Shit getting cold

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Shit getting cold

Good thing you have a back supply of hot air.

[spike]

I had to wear a hoodie today.

[spike]

Shit getting cold

Good thing you have a back supply of hot air.

lol got his ass

[Sloppy Dupree]

Cold enough to triple-layer today.

[BurtReynolds]

Kinda neat seeing the very southern tip of this huge storm front today. But sadly, I got no rain.