I don’t know about you, but I for one am ready to oust
winter from my vocabulary. Now, I appreciate that winters here in sunny
Virginia don’t last as long, nor are felt as deeply as they are in the
northeast, where I grew up, but I still would rather have some nice down to Virginia
Spring weather.
How about you?
My wife, who actually drove to work Monday because Richmond
was working on a two-hour delay, arrived in time to find she had the day off.
No question the weather and roads were in dire straits. Taking the day off was
probably the right thing to do.
Yet, it would have been worth it to me to have a nice warm
day, even one in the mid-50s would have been good. I suppose we can blame it on
the PA (Pennsylvania) Rodent -- no not the Philly Fanatic -- who ran from his shadow last month and promised
six more weeks of this winter wonderland. Yeah, right. Well, it has now been
more than his six months. Perhaps we should just dump Phil in the Schuylkill
River and get it over with.
Still, the global warming we are experiencing here in the
Tri City area has had its share of frustrations. Local schools are trying to
figure out how to make up time lost, and some have gone to the extent of adding
an extra week at the end of the year. What do you think the school system will
accomplish in that week? My bet is nothing, and I never even took an SOL test.
In fact, I’m thinking that a lot of students won’t even be
in the classroom for that last week. Take for instance the 2014 Senior Class.
Historically around here, the week after school lets out the seniors, and some
juniors and precocious sophomores with liberal parents, head for the beaches.
Beach Week isn’t going to change. The houses and places are rented a year in
advance. I don’t see anyone calling and telling their respective short-term landlords
that, well, heck you can keep my deposit ‘cause we just aren’t going to make it
there next week.
Yeah, right.
The foul weather also brings on other problems. For
instance, the VA State Police reported nearly 300 accidents in the greater
Richmond area Tuesday morning, and they were working 28 different crashes at
the same time. On the way into work, I noticed a wreck on Temple at the access
point for South-bound I- 95. And, while I realize that that in itself is not
unusual, the follow up accident where 460 N enters I 95 north was a bit more
unusual.
The state police had cars all over with their blue lights
whirling and heavy equipment, dump trucks and such, blocking off the entrance
to I-95 and forcing everyone to take the Washington-Wythe Street exits.
For the second day in a row, I was forced to scrape ice off
my windshield and assorted other windows, just so I could see and try to steer
clear of other vehicles. Sorry, but that’s not what I signed up from when I
moved to this area 27 years ago.
So, I guess, for me, it’s time to make that trip to
Punxsutawney, PA and see what I can do about that raggedy rodent. It’s time to
put the blame right where it belongs. That rascal better start getting the
weather right or I will replace him with a weather rock. At least that is
infallible—if it’s wet, it’s raining; if it’s under a pile of white stuff, it’s
snowing, and if it’s dry, it’s not raining. What more do you really need to
know anyway?
Pardon my rant, but it’s time to put up the ice scraper and
get back to good old Virginia weather.