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Dec. 11th, 2013 12:59 pm
Blowing over
Prognosticators seems to agree on a cold and snowy winter for us this year. From what I've so far, it looks like we're well on track even if last night's "winter storm" fizzled. I awoke to maybe a centimetre or two of powder. On the way into work after my teeth cleaning, there was a brief and lovely sunflurry. Tonight the mercury is supposed to plunge to -18℃ (that's zero Fahrenheit, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
monshu you metricophobe!).
Speaking of extreme weather, Dad e-mailed me the other day to ask if I remembered what year our house in Finksburg was flooded. As it happens, I'd been researching this back in the summer and determined that it was Hurricane Eloise (probably downgraded to a tropical depression by the time it reached us) which dropped over 14" on our little corner of Maryland. According to Dad, the owner's motivation for selling to us was getting washed out by Agnes in '72, which dropped 15" on Carroll County, earning it the designation of "Storm of the Century". If you compare maps, you'll see that the storms followed very similar trajectories, dumping most of their precipitation when they collided with the northern end of the Blue Ridge (which form the western boundary of Frederick, the next county over).
He's recently started plugging away on his autobiography again and is finally into the years I have some dim memory of, which should prompt some interesting discussions between me and my siblings this Christmas. He's been treading gingerly on events involving our mother and has even offered her the chance to review those portions before he shares them. He apologised to her for some of the dumb stuff he did while they were married, which prompted her to do the same. It cheers me to hear them coming to terms with those years after all this time.
monshu you metricophobe!).Speaking of extreme weather, Dad e-mailed me the other day to ask if I remembered what year our house in Finksburg was flooded. As it happens, I'd been researching this back in the summer and determined that it was Hurricane Eloise (probably downgraded to a tropical depression by the time it reached us) which dropped over 14" on our little corner of Maryland. According to Dad, the owner's motivation for selling to us was getting washed out by Agnes in '72, which dropped 15" on Carroll County, earning it the designation of "Storm of the Century". If you compare maps, you'll see that the storms followed very similar trajectories, dumping most of their precipitation when they collided with the northern end of the Blue Ridge (which form the western boundary of Frederick, the next county over).
He's recently started plugging away on his autobiography again and is finally into the years I have some dim memory of, which should prompt some interesting discussions between me and my siblings this Christmas. He's been treading gingerly on events involving our mother and has even offered her the chance to review those portions before he shares them. He apologised to her for some of the dumb stuff he did while they were married, which prompted her to do the same. It cheers me to hear them coming to terms with those years after all this time.