The worst of it is the three posts in my Drafts folder that I can’t seem to move forward. They sit there, woefully incomplete, mocking me while other posts spring forth, quietly get dressed, and move on out the virtual door.
They’re stuck, in part, by a need for diagrams, and I’ve been stuck between whether to load my increasingly obsolete graphics app onto my new-ish laptop or invest (time, money, effort) in something new.
And life keeps happening, and that leads to another edition of Friday Notes.
As I write this, it’s been almost eight hours since the Winter Solstice passed. (It was at 10:03 UTC.) Here we are, the first official day of winter, and it’s not looking good for a White Christmas:
Not only no snow, but it friggin’ rained this morning!
Not good at all. Unless you hate winter and shoveling!
Way back when (over eight years ago!) I shared a picture of some wild hail. Last night another big boomer passed through the Twin Cities, and the hail was the biggest I’ve personally yet experienced:
Apparently some folks got baseball-sized hail. (I saw a picture in a local news article — hail stone side by side with a baseball. That would do some serious damage. The stones I was getting were plenty loud as it was!)
I just had to step outside (in my underwear) and grab a few of the bigger ones. Stuck them in my freezer. Maybe I’ll actually put them in a soda or something. (Or just take them out and admire them once in a while.)
For a couple of hours, it was quite a lightning show. No major ground strikes around me (and thankfully no power outages like a few weeks ago). I do love it when the lightning never stops — constant electrical activity!
I just love weather!
Stay safe, my friends! Wear your masks — COVID-19 is airborne!
Now, this is what I call a hail stone!
I’ve seen pictures of similar spiky monsters, but this is the first time I’ve seen one in person!
I obtained this scary specimen a few weeks ago during one of our mid-western torrential rain storms. I’m a big fan of weather, especially serious weather. There wasn’t a great deal of electrical activity—lightning is my second favorite weather feature. (Oh,… thanks for asking: fog! It reminds me of those days in college hanging out in the girls’ dormitory. The college was on the sea coast, so fog was common. Ever since, I’ve always found fog to be … sexy!)
Anyway, it (the rain storm, not the girls’ dormitory) was one of those downpours where at times you can’t see more than ten yards. I was standing outside, under the eaves, watching when I noticed white objects bouncing several inches high on the street. Another second, and they were bouncing off the lawn and sidewalk in front of me. Hail! (Hail! Rock & Roll!) Serious hail!
When I saw their size and shape, I had to venture out and grab one.
Pretty cool, eh?