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Positive thinking

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I was not made for this weather. Snowbirds, they will go south for the winter — but me, I will be the one who moves north in the summer — I will go as far as climate change pushes me — some far off crag off the coast of Nova Scotia please. . .

Tonight, a little January poem — because my brain is melting.

Without the cold – what would we have to talk about?
Where would our small talk go?
If it were always fifty, or sixty-two,
how would we start our conversations?

“Gosh, it’s another mild one out there today”.
“Yah? Heard it’s going to be even milder tomorrow”.

What would we Tweet pictures of in the morning?
How boring is the digital thermometer that reads
“63”?

And how could we even begin to appreciate
the breath of spring,
if we hadn’t watched our own breath
freeze as we trudged out to work in the am?

Winter, this cold, is necessary-
Feel it  in my bones.
Bones, that ache a little in the morning,
remind me of my age. 

This kind of cold forces you to huddle inside.
You must build fires,
heat your house,
make your own light.

You must cook soup in this weather,
bake cookies.
you must huddle your hands around
your morning coffee, a little tighter.

For – what would we dream of,
if not for winter.
Would we crave  beaches
and bathing suit straps pushed askew?
Would we want for the luxury
of walking outside without a jacket?

We can not love the warmth,
can not bask in the sun,
if we do not suffer the bleak
of midwinter.

 

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It Bears Repeating

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I wrote this a year ago tonight
– apparently – July 17th knows how hot it is supposed to be.

To the Swelter


Heat makes me all crazy.
Or, more crazy-
The haze, and the
breathing in of
ozone-

Makes my temper rise
quicker,
my patience
grow
thinner.

I hate the way everything
sticks
to everything else,
or how the car seeps-
heat and the ac doesn’t touch it.

Today,
and the only
solution,
is hot dogs,
and kids running around
in their underwear,
and ice cream.
And a beer, cold.
And the sound from the blades
of an old box fan,
that quiets the insanity.

Dear snow. . .

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It is nearly midnight,
and still you persist.
Tomorrow, mid-morning,
is the vernal equinox.
Spring will be here.

Are you not aware,
wet, mucky, miserable,
that you will have to battle,
the impending blooms?

You may struggle to hang on, to
be something other than what
is bound to happen,
but dear snow,

Your stay here is limited,
please,
be on your way.

Without the Cold

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Without the cold – what would we have to talk about?
Where would our small talk go?
If it were always fifty, or sixty-two,
how would we start our conversations?

“Gosh, it’s another mild one out there today”.
“Yah? Heard it’s going to be even milder tomorrow”.

What would we Tweet pictures of in the morning?
How boring is the digital thermometer that reads
“63”?

And how could we even begin to appreciate
the breath of spring,
if we hadn’t watched our own breath
freeze as we trudged out to work in the am?

Winter, this cold, is necessary-
Feel it  in my bones.
Bones, that ache a little in the morning,
remind me of my age. 

This kind of cold forces you to huddle inside.
You must build fires,
heat your house,
make your own light.

You must cook soup in this weather,
bake cookies.
you must huddle your hands around
your morning coffee, a little tighter.

For – what would we dream of,
if not for winter.
Would we crave  beaches
and bathing suit straps pushed askew?
Would we want for the luxury
of walking outside without a jacket?

We can not love the warmth,
can not bask in the sun,
if we do not suffer the bleak
of midwinter.

To the the swelter. . .

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Heat makes me all crazy.
Or, more crazy-
The haze and the
breathing in of
ozone.

Makes my temper rise
quicker,
my patience
grow
thinner.

I hate the way everything
sticks
to everything else,
or how the car seeps
heat and the ac doesn’t touch it.

Today,
and the only
solution,
is hot dogs,
and kids running around
in their underwear,
and ice cream.
And a beer, cold.
And the sound from the blades
of an old box fan,
that quiets the crazy.

Unacceptable.

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Tolland Town Manager Openly Blasts CL&P- ‘This company … remains with the corporate line of baloney whenever a question is asked’

This above article, is why friends, I continue to be discontent about the CL&P response.  It seems to me that they are not doing their job. That it is not the storm to blame at this point – but the ineptitude of their corporate response.

My Valley was a disaster area – we were cold, our food spoiled, but we did not go SEVEN days, now EIGHT without power. Further, our State Police and senior housing complexes were back online as soon as was possible. Read the rest of this entry

The Miserable Electric Companies

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This was posted to FB earlier tonight.

Has CL&P fixed my f’in power yet. 

Here in the Valley, we’ve had a tough week.  But in Connecticut, they’ve had a miserable week. Just awful.  63% of my home town is still without power. Seven days later — that’s insane. I know this is the worst loss of power Connecticut has seen since Hurricane Gloria in 1985, but good lord, seven days, and more than half of your customers still don’t have service. Come. ON! And while there are really good folks out there working their asses off for their neighbors,  the people who have the power to do the most seem to be doing the least.

Thoughts? Am I being too tough on the electric companies.  I know here in Mass. folks have their own complaints about WEMCO, but there just doesn’t seem to be the same outcry here as there is in our neighbor to the south.

Not for nothing, but I really think CL&P, with all apologies to our furry friends, screwed the pooch on this one.

Update: I wanted to include a few more links about what I’m talking about in terms of CL&P not doing what they should be doing –

CL&P Union Leaders: Staffing Too Low, Executive Pay Too High

Meteorologists Dispute Forecast Claims

 

 

 

 

Farmers’ knows best.

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I probably started reading the Almanac as soon as I could read.  Gram’s copy was always lying around, and I always liked to read graphs and charts (nerd from a young age). I have bought a copy most years since I’ve been a grownup (date of that genesis debatable).  Funny that I missed this blurb.
“28th – 31st. Turning stormy over the Atlantic seaboard, with heavy rains. . .; some wet snow could mix in over . . . New England”
The newest edition is on news’ stands now. With the way weather treats us these days, maybe we should all have one laying around.