Weather Bug
It is not going to happen. I refuse to look at the weather on television or Internet, or even take a peek at the newspaper section that deal with our climate. The people at work are abuzz with talk of a blizzard. The number of inches has gone from a modest couple or dusting, to 100 inches of fresh powder pack. The panic will set in quickly and the next thing you know the grocery stores are packed with people buying candles and bottled water by the palette load. Yes, it is the perfect storm awaiting us tomorrow.
Does anyone else realize that local news broadcasts have nothing, zilch, zip, nada, to broadcast that the general public gives two bits about besides the glorious weather? If there is a chance for even a slight dusting, they have up to the minute radar and every thirty-second updates for us. The weathermen at these stations live for winter and possible storms, and so do the newsrooms. It kind of makes me want to puke.
Warm conditions have been bestowed up CT through much of January, and I have loved every minute of it. Some say if you don’t like the cold weather, get out of my state. No thank you. I want the heavy taxes and warm weather all wrapped up in a beautiful bundle: with fresh air, great attractions, and fine dining to go along with my mansion of a home on the cheap.
I don’t know where the last paragraph fits. I guess I just don’t want snow to fall. It is time for global warming to do a better job and microwave our state a bit more, causing 70-degree weather every day of the year. People have places to be, and the plows seem to do more roadside sleeping than scraping, though now and again they take pride in spitting sand and salt mix all over my car as I pass by.
Governor Rell, please no more talk of car tax cuts. I want an increase so we can build a statewide dome that acts as a large blanket to cover us from precipitation. No more floods, plowing budget, or needless traffic accidents. This new dome will let in sunlight, and keep out all blood-sucking bugs. At nightfall, when there is a clear window of weather, we can open a hatch to let all the toxic pollution from cars and industry out in the sky, then retract and we start all over again. Connecticut welcomes you; a sleepy, peaceful, climate-controlled, festive, go getter, historical wonder of the world.