While most people don’t seriously contemplate any outdoor activity in mid-February, save for clearing off the latest round of snow (for those of you in the Snowbelt) from the front door to the vehicle, and hope that the roads are fairly clear, others truly relish this weather for reasons known but to them. Some go ice-fishing or snowmobiling – skiing is another one of the more acceptable forms of outdoor recreation – in the Snowbelt. What about the rest of us who aren’t in Palm Springs for winter golf or southern Florida for baseball training camps and everything else that goes there? We don’t get the visual benefit (as such) of having freshly delivered copious amounts of the white stuff delivered overnight to our doorstep to give us a visual clue as to how cold it is. Not that I’m complaining in the slightest. Every morning it’s the routine of resisting the temptation of trashing the alarm clock for doing its job, namely bringing me vertical. Then begins the early morning aerobics session of making it downstairs. Trust me – when it comes to creaking steps, there are various parts of me that will shame any aging chunk of wood in the ‘creatively interesting sound effects’ department. More likely a wannabe for Kellogg’s Snap, Crackle, Pop… with the added side-benefit of our cat laughing at me as I slowly make my way downstairs as various subsystems come on-line (knees, ankles, etc.). First stop – open the back door blind to check the thermometer. It can go from 20ish-to 40ish every day… with no two in sequence or logical reason.
Although the chief weather-guesser for a major naval installation is my next door neighbor, he too says that despite the 30 different models that they run through a whole bunch of impressive-sounding systems with names like AN/SMQ-11(V2) pronounced “Schmuck-11” and the venerable AN/UYK-20(V7) computer known as “Yuck-20”, when it comes down to it, nothing beats the visual check by yourself as to what the day might bring, weather-wise. Think about it – would you really want to base your professional reputation on high-tech systems called Schmuck and Yuck? I’d pass too… Now, to get really interesting, The Weather Channel® likes to throw in their European Model forecast. Okay, call me doofus, but why on earth would we want guesstimations on significant weather events impacting the East Coast of North America being ‘modeled after the European concept’? Are the Europeans that hung up on themselves and fashion that they have to model the weather for us too? I think not. Joking aside, it’s interesting to watch the reactions of people with the weather.
To help shake the mid-winter ‘blahs’, this week’s image is from an obviously warmer time of the year. This is the Virginia Beach Fishing Pier open 24/7-365… passing (or worse) visiting hurricanes being the sole exception. You’ll notice that these folks are pretty intent on what they are trying to catch at night. Since I surf about 30 yards to the north of this spot, I have a little bit of interest too – especially if it’s anything longer than either me or my 9ft. 6inch longboard. At that point, it’s time to give things a rest for a few days… naw… it’s only at night that they come out… yeah, okay… and the weather yesterday? Mass started off drizzly and cold. When Mass ended (I don't go or do ANYTHING until AFTER I go to Mass on Sundays, PERIOD.) the drizzle had stopped, and the wind had shifted favorably to the west-northwest. My son and I had a terrific afternoon surfing with 30 other friends - water temp of 40-42, air temp approaching 50. After about an hour or so of this, it was time to call it quits for the day. The air temp had cleared 50, so I got to enjoy a sunny afternoon in a t-shirt and shorts on the boardwalk while I defrosted in the bright sunlight. Some people were still bundled up complete with scarfs and gloves giving us some 'odd looks'. Okay, it's a surfer thing. We're used to being labeled as 'odd'.. who else would willingly play in 40-something degree water, chasing waves, getting pounded by them, and come up smiling? And yeah, I got a start on my official 2013 suntan - in moderation, of course.
Have a great week!!
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