Arctic Beast
From yesterday's Kansas City Star:
Forecast for Tuesday: A chance of snow by Tuesday night. High of 14 degrees.
Forecast for Wednesday: Periods of snow and becoming windy. High of 18 degrees.
Forecast for Thursday: Snow ending as arctic blast arrives. (WTF? The arctic blast hasn't arrived yet?) High of 7 degrees.
Forecast for Friday: Coldest weather in many years. High of 4 degrees. Low of -13 degrees. (Okay, can we all just agree to stay home that day??!)
If you look on the weather map, there is a big u-shaped dip shaded white, where the coldest air resides, around Minnesota and those parts. We are right below that dip, in an area shaded light blue. The light blue area is also very cold, just not quite as cold as the white area. But the white dip is moving down the map, and Thursday it will be upon us. And we will be shaded in white. The color of oblivion.
Forecast for Tuesday: A chance of snow by Tuesday night. High of 14 degrees.
Forecast for Wednesday: Periods of snow and becoming windy. High of 18 degrees.
Forecast for Thursday: Snow ending as arctic blast arrives. (WTF? The arctic blast hasn't arrived yet?) High of 7 degrees.
Forecast for Friday: Coldest weather in many years. High of 4 degrees. Low of -13 degrees. (Okay, can we all just agree to stay home that day??!)
If you look on the weather map, there is a big u-shaped dip shaded white, where the coldest air resides, around Minnesota and those parts. We are right below that dip, in an area shaded light blue. The light blue area is also very cold, just not quite as cold as the white area. But the white dip is moving down the map, and Thursday it will be upon us. And we will be shaded in white. The color of oblivion.
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Oh man! What a crazy winter! I like how you say that white is the color of oblivion. I'm enjoying your stories and the comment exchange between you and suzanne. :) Good writing, Simone! Peace and love, A
ReplyDeleteAnd a Beast it is, my sister-woman. You must swathe your body in animal pelts and drink grund from the grund bottle freely, to keep your soul from plunging into the polar zespar.
ReplyDeleteI am drinking grund freely, yes, my bosom sister. Also performing the ritualistic rubbing of oils. My soul is safe on this hoar-frosted night. May yours be also.
ReplyDeleteThat is very well indeed, my sister! I trust that during your oil-rubbing ritual you remembered to take three steps hinterwind and perform the dance of the squatting winter-nymph. Forgive me - it is silly of me to even ask as I know you are attentive to detail.
ReplyDeleteyou guys are cracking me up! grund and animal pelts? good times, good times...
ReplyDeleteIt is right that you should ask me these things. You bring honor to my house. As you know, the dance of the squatting winter-nymph is alive in my mind as well as my bones. I first learned the dance in the cave of my mother's womb. I will dance it always.
ReplyDeleteWhat is this grund? We drink it please.
ReplyDeleteYou hUmans are planet is way much cold. Why do you live here?
Outer Space Alien,
ReplyDeleteYou have returned to our fragrant rock. Haven't heard from you in a while. No one knows why we live here. Something called Human Condition--unwritten law that forces us to put up with all sorts of crap. Like gravity. And jet streams.
I don't think we have enough grund to share with you aliens. Grund is only for gravity-prone humans.
to share our grund with the unfamiliars - that is heresy! how can they know the rituals? how can they know the dance of the three chin hairs? these vagrals know not of our ways
ReplyDeleteIndeed, they can not know! They do not know! They DO NOT KNOW! Unfamiliars! Vagrals! Strangers to our land!
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