December 02, 2007
So my vacation in Oregon is over now, right?
Yesterday my renting roommate woke me up to tell me that it was snowing. Like, snowing. At my house. I stood in my front yard and got snow on me. That's not why I want to go home. That was awesome.
But today... well, let me quote to you from weather.com's storm advisory.
"In the Pacific, an unusually large and rapidly intensifying storm south of the Aleutian Islands will hurl hurricane-force winds and 40-foot seas toward the Oregon coast. Conditions will be at their worst--and most dangerous--tomorrow morning."
I can't decide what's worst about this. Hurricane-force winds? 40-foot seas? The fact that the weather forecast, which deals with all kinds of outrageous weather in the less temperate parts of the United States, feels compelled to use the word "unusual" for my weather this week? That these forceful winds are not simply arriving of their own volition, they are being actively hurled by this Aleutian nuisance? That I am supposed to be a stoic Oregonian and go to work in this mess?
Actually, that last one probably wins it.
Posted by dianna at December 2, 2007 11:34 AM
Isn't this your cue to spit in the eye of the gods and thrust forth boldly into the blinding gale? High adventure and whatnot? Eh?
Hey! It snowed today in New York! It isn't much, and it's supposed to melt out tomorrow, but then the temperature's going to drop back into the thirties and we're likely to get more snow on Wednesday. Yay, snow!
Boo, hurricane-force winds and 40-foot seas! I guess I don't have enough storm-experience to know how potentially damaging that is, but it sounds really bad. My only advice is that if you see any pets, small children, witches, or houses flying past the window, you're better off making your way to the storm cellar than going to work.
I've discovered that the problem with thrusting forth boldly into the blinding gale is: it's not that much fun. You just get wet and cold and the rain gets in your eyes and the wind blows your hood off your head so water gets inside your collar and trickles down your neck and the water that isn't getting inside your raincoat is running off of it onto your pants and soaking through onto your legs and then your wet pants stick to you and walking gets really uncomfortable and your socks get wet and your feet get wet and cold and you're so busy thinking about how you'd rather be home and warm that you stop paying attention to where you're stepping and you stick your foot right in a 4-inch-deep puddle and for the next ten minutes you can feel the water slowly soaking in through the seams of your boots which aren't nearly as waterproof as you thought they were.
Zach: It's snowing, it's snowing, god I hate this weather? That's what they say about New York City, you know. And by they I mean They Might Be Giants.
My (east coast) roommate suggested the cellar thing also, but I would like to point out that that only works if the cellar is not, in fact, flooded. And it doesn't appear to be so at the moment but there was definitely some flooding earlier in the year, so on the whole I feel that the first floor is probably going to be where it's at.
Erik, I really like your fruit 'n freeze picture. What kind of berry is that? And can you please send some of the snow down here? It's only a couple hundred miles, we've got the precipitation, and we just need a little more cold. Just do your best, okay?
hmmm....i'm going to the oregon coast for christmas...
Well, if it's crappy there you can come stay in Portland instead. When are you going?
21st-27th. I'm going to assume it'll be better then. Normally our Christmases at the beach are blue sky and relatively warm for December. Plus, if it's not, I'll just console myself with a lot of fudge and salt water taffy. What are the holidays for if not consuming my weight in sugar?
The weather report last night said we would have 20 foot waves! Not quite as exciting as 40 but it was cautioning people to stay well back from shore if they went to view them.