Following more than 100 inches (2.65 meters, for those of the Napoleonic Persuasion) of snowfall over the past couple weeks, here’s the response:
“We don’t need a reason to expect a lot of snow; it’s Alaska. We put up with all kinds of things that most of the rest of the country doesn’t, and honestly, most of us like it that way.”
No mention of Global Warming Climate Cooling Change©, of course.
Winter: when “climate” turns back into “weather”.
Almost exactly 365 days ago, southern Britishland was in the grip of a fearful drought, vid.:
…and of course, pics like the above caused much weeping, wailing and gnashing of British teeth with headlines such as “Does climate change mean that we’ll never see rain again?” and similar twaddle.
Of course, we sentient human beings all know the difference between “climate” and “weather”, so there was NO PANIC!!! amongst us. And indeed, here we are, a year later:
…because Britishland’s old friend — RAIN — has fallen from the skies again, this time leading to items such as this (sent to me by Longtime Buddy Mrs. Sorenson):
…which in turn leads to things like this, taken in my car yesterday:
I’d gladly offer to trade, say, 25 degrees off our summer for a couple weeks of cooling rain from theirs.
Were it not for non-existent income tax, relaxed gun laws, hands-off politicians, fine BBQ and friendly Texans… I have no idea why I live here.
By the way, in the comments for the original article whence I filched the first two pics, one guy offered the following: “That drought was in the south. Up here in the North, it’s been raining nonstop for five years.”
When it snows in Johannesburg…
People wandering around in the streets yesterday, bemused, asking “What is this strange white stuff falling from the sky?”
One could say that this is evidence of Global Cooling Climate Warming Change©, but I remember it snowing in Johannesburg (and much harder than in the above) back in 1963, before SUVs.
Yes, I’m that old. And we just called it “weather”.
…those lazy hazy crazy days of summer:
Temps in the mid- to upper 90s, I’m told. In June.
FFS, it’s starting early this year.
I see that after much hand-wringing over the Great British Drought Of 2022, relief has finally come, in abundance:
Which just made me think of this:
As for local conditions, The Englishman assures me that all is well at the Castle; here’s the view from his kitchen window:
…while Mr. Free Market’s estate is also fine, occupying as it does a hilltop surrounded by a few hundred acres.
And Mrs. Sorenson (a.k.a. The Catholic on these pages) reports:
“It’s been pissing down today. And yesterday. And looks likely to continue – bleddy weather. I raked up all the leaves from the grass yesterday. Fecking tree dumped a new load EXACTLY where I’d cleared them away. Nature hates me.”
So all is well, in other words.
Lessee… daytime high in the low 40s (single digits if you’re of the French measurement persuasion), nighttime a couple degrees above freezing, overcast and occasional drizzle… yup, at this time of year, Kim’s a happy man.
I now eat oatmeal porridge or mieliepap for brekkie (by the way, dark rum tastes wonderful on porridge, don’t ask me how I know this), and I switch from iced G&T to Seffrican brandy or Whisky Macs in the evenings.
I also get to cuddle with my wife at night (instead of sweating her over to the other side of the bed).
Yeah, I can hear the chorus now: “Why don’t you just go and live in England, where it’s like this all the time?”
Simple answer:
…and a few other reasons, like the stupid BritGov won’t let me stay unless I arrive by small boat over the Channel, and I hate all boats.
So the pic below is just an idle dream:
