Piles of Climate Change.

Everywhere in Baltimore, we hear the sarcastic phrase, “Piles of Global Warming.” I just thought I’d clog up the internetz with the correct adage:

Piles of Climate Change.

Snow doesn’t disprove Global Warming.  It proves (or at least works toward it — I realize that it does not constitute a real proof) Climate Change.  Sorta.

The refusal to acknowledge the “new” popular terminology for how we’re fucking up the planet does go a long way toward proving that denials of Climate Change have nothing to do with science and a lot to do with habit, politics and curmudeonliness — maybe even frustration that this state and city lean to the left just a little, sometimes. But I think I’m overstepping myself there.  Aside from spending a lot of money and our high taxes, you’d think we didn’t live in a blue state sometimes though.

I miss my friends.


We’ve been kinda shut-ins for a month now, from Mama’s bedrest. I mean, we were never exactly socialites or anything, but we haven’t gone to dinner or even out for coffee or a walk in a very long time.  That’s one thing.  But a lot of my friends have new kids, kids on the way, and we’ve all been blocked in with this freakin snow.  No one’s been able to go out. I miss my pals.  I can’t wait for spring and this crap to melt away.

COLD!

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Wow, Baltimore is cold.  Given my complaints about the lack of winter in Southern Illinois, I don’t mean to complain now.  I like when it’s cold in the winter.  Just saying.  It’s cold.  I’m wearing a scarf in my office, on my lunch break, relaxing with my mp3 player and the internet. My feet are cold. Though, I am wearing socks and sandals.

Shoveling snow two weeks ago when we got the mini blizzard, I was wearing shoes. Wet shoes. My broken toe was killing me. I don’t know if it was the cold, the wet or the shoes. But I do know it feels better in socks and sandals. Too bad everyone stares at me. One bus driver gave me such a look just before the holidays that I was not completely sure he was going to let me on the bus.

My recent injuries hurt a good bit this winter. The non-broken right hand is stiff and painful in the morning. The toe doesn’t like the cold, like the one I shattered pinky toe from 2003. My broken wrist predicts rain, and snow makes it hurt like no one’s business. I was talking about my two metal teeth with my co-worker yesterday, and he said I’m like a roadmap. I think that’s funny. I do need to invent better stories to go along with my defects. My broken teeth? No accident! I defended someone’s honor in a bar fight and got bumbled by three bikers! Etc. Maybe for Baby, when he/she asks why Daddy has metal in his mouth and foot and why his wrist makes noises.

Snow day!

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Okay, so it’s the third snow day. And I’m technically on vacation now. So. It’s not really a snow day at all. But still. Waking up a little late to the sound of mounds of snow sliding off of my building’s big slate roof and listening to Tori Amos’ Midwinter Graces while sipping a peppermint mocha, well, that’s winter heaven.

I do need to take a walk later to pick up some stuff and food and possibly for some last-minute shopping.

But then more PJs and soup and coffee/tea/cocoa and movies and books.

Hell, when it comes to relaxing and cozy comfort, I’m king.