I’ve been trying to re-synch my clock to a more normal daylight cycle. All my life I’ve been a “night crawler.” My very first official job involved a retail position, but we worked outdoors. I noticed how, no matter how tired I was, once the sun fell, I got a fresh breath of wind. And even at my advanced age, staying up all night is easy (and so is napping all afternoon).
My (ex-)wife used to say I must have vampire blood in me. It’s true I do like to bite necks, but so far I have drawn only moans, no blood. It may be more that I’ve always identified with the idea, “I’ll sleep when I’m dead.” Life is filled with so many interesting things, who wants to waste time sleeping? And for all my life, five hours seems to do me just fine.
But the point here is that I’ve been trying to become more of a day person.
So when I got out of bed at the bright and early time of nine-oh-something (which is pretty early for me now that I’m retired and regard neither clocks nor calendars), I looked out my window to see a frosty lawn!
As I have said here many times, fall is — hands down — my favorite time of year. The cooler weather gets rid of summer’s humidity and bugs (Minnesota provides lots of both throughout the summer). And, honestly, I’d rather be in -20 degree winter than in 90° summer with 90% humidity. You can dress for cold; there’s not much you can do with 90 & 90 except hide in the air conditioning.
In any event, seeing what was outside, I threw on some clothes, grabbed my camera and took an early (early for me) morning walk. I hadn’t planned to post today — I’m working on something special for tomorrow — but I just had to share (or at least document for myself, this being a web-log.)
Now the wait begins to see how winter approaches. I have three specific yardsticks I apply:
- Will it snow (and stick) before Halloween?
- Will it be a White Thanksgiving?
- Will it be a White Christmas?
That first one usually bodes a long winter. Many of us remember the awful Halloween blizzard of 19-ought-91. Trick and Treaters were pounded that night, and it snowed for three days! Some degree of melting created conditions of snow-covered ice on roads and sidewalks, and for that entire winter, ice lurked beneath the snow.
When I was a child, the last two questions were almost always answered with a resounding, “Yes!” I can’t recall ever not having a White Christmas back then.
But global warming (which, yes, Virginia, is totally, actually, honest-to-god really real) has changed all that, and several times in the last few years, both those questions got Nope answers.
Not that I’m utterly opposed to mild brown winters. They do screw up the leaves turning, and things look dead and ugly all winter, and you can’t build snow persons or have snowball fights, but — hey — at least there are no bugs!
I’ve got some errands to run, and then I’ll probably have to take a nap because I got up so stinkin’ early, but take note: Jack Frost was here!