Fall

Fall is my favorite because of the little things.

Sunset balloon flight

Sunset balloon flight (Photo credit: Axel-D)

Forget the popular stuff. Forget the Pumpkin Spice Lattes, and the fact that it’s (American) football season. Forget the leaves and the time change. I like the stuff you might miss, and it’s always better in the fall.

Sunsets are the best in the fall. That golden light crashing through the sky on an Autumn evening. Golden then sweet orange, followed by bronze and soft pinks. You’ll never get a better sunset than a Midwest fall sunset. Unless you’re talking about exotic places, but we’re talking about everyday right now.

The rain. Oh how I love the rain. the only thing that makes rain better, is when it’s bitter icy cold and it’s coming down on a dreary fall day. I love summer rains, when I might have to be out in them. for pure experience, I have to go with icy fall rain. not cold enough to actually ice over, but the air is cool, and the rain is colder. It’s landing on dead leaves of every color. It just smells like life.

That biting chill in the air. Oh how I love that chill. When the wind is whipping around you like it’s trying to to tear you from this planet. When it’s cool, but there’s a sinister bite and needling to it. It just makes you so aware of the movement of air around you. It’s glorious.

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Rain

I heard it begin. I was sitting in the office and I heard the tell-tale pit pat on the windows. It started slowly, it always does. Tap tap tap tap. It was as if it was giving me time to finish whatever I was

Storm Clouds in OKC 6/17/2006

Storm Clouds in OKC 6/17/2006 (Photo credit: Paul L McCord Jr)

doing so I could watch.

Just as I stopped typing, the clouds burst. It was a roar from inside. It was also the best sound in the world.

I hurried out the door to stand on the porch. I leaned on the railing to just watch for a bit. The pavement darkened quickly and the rivulets began to run downhill. Everything began to get glossy.

I stared across the road. I watched the fat, wet drops race by and explode on the asphalt. I listened as all the other sounds of the world were washed away, and there was only the hiss and swish of the rain.

I saw a quick flash, and heard the thunder grumble in the distance. I like the grumbles, but I always hope for a crack or a boom. The storm is always just as exciting as I need it to be.

After all my standing and watching it was time. I stood up, and took my socks off. I stepped off the porch into the pouring water from above.

It felt like it always does when I walk in the rain:  Clarity

How About This Weather?

No seriously, just weather. What’s the big deal?

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This photograph, acquired in February 1984 by an astronaut aboard a space shuttle, shows a series of mature thunderstorms located near the Parana River in southern Brazil. With abundant warm temperatures and moisture-laden air in this part of Brazil, large thunderstorms are commonplace. A number of overshooting tops and anvil clouds are visible at the tops of the clouds. Storms of this magnitude can drop large amounts of rainfall in a short period of time, causing flash floods. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

In case yu don’t know, I live in Ohio. Ohio is where the meteorological equivalent of Dr. Moreau deposits his genetic weather freaks. No really, the weather here is some sort of crazy mutant hybrid of normal weather.

If you’ve never lived in Ohio, let me explain how the weather works here. Are you familiar with weather on an island? Where the temperature only fluctuates within 8 degrees or so, and there’s always a gentle breeze? Ohio is the opposite of that. At any given time the weather here can change as if there were someone with a magic switch somewhere. It’s like a toddler is playing with the weather controls just to see what might happen. It has rained 16 straight days here. That’s spring weather.

In between severe thunderstorms, the weather is about 85 and humid with zero clouds in the sky. Zero. Lots of harmful radiation, 145% humidity, zero clouds. It’s July. This sort of crazy spastic weather is usually reserved for the fall or spring, when the major seasons change. Not around here.

Any weather event could happen at any time. It could snow tomorrow and my general response would be ‘Would you look at that? Snow! In July! I wonder if it will stick, I don’t want to have to shovel the driveway and mow in the same week.’ This is how you should respond when the weather is fickle like a teenage girl.

All of this is why I don’t understand why people are surprised at the weather. Any time crazy weather happens, you would think we had never seen any weather, ever. I can understand why people in Atlanta, GA get a little freaked out when it snows. That doesn’t really happen down there. Why do people here have a spaz attack because it gets rainy or windy? Mind you, I am NOT referring to severe weather conditions such as, floods, tornadoes, ice storms, or anything that might hurt people. A bad thunderstorm or lots of snow does NOT mean we should go all Chicken Little running around screaming “We’re all gonna die!!!!!”

What’s the weather like where you live?(assuming you don’t live in this genetic weather lab like me)

This Is My Jam!

This is my favorite weather ever. I love it. I do wish it were a little less severe at the moment.

06022012 Storm structure

06022012 Storm structure (Photo credit: StormLoverSwin93)

I know I have previously mentioned things like, I love the rain, I want to live in a cave, I hate the sun, and I’m a hermit. I like the wind, I like the fall and the spring.I absolutely love how the weather feels when it’s changing seasons. I love being able to feel that new season on the wind, and smell it in the air. All of that is wonderful, but this summer thunderstorm weather is just the best.

I love the feeling of the change in weather. I feel like a wise old man, and a king saying out loud “A storm is coming.” I like feeling the wind pick up, the chill that it brings. I like the damp and the smell of rain just over the horizon. The best feeling is standing there in the warm weather with the wind whipping around you as those first fat, warm raindrops begin to splatter on the ground. As the skies open up and that torrent comes rushing down, everything seems to stop for a moment. It’s very much like Mother Nature is kindly reminding us that we have no dominion over the elements.

I don’t like all the other things that come with storms. The damaging winds, the downed power lines, the hail or God forbid a tornado. I don’t like when people get stuck out in it, or it ruins an outdoor activity. I don’t like the traffic and accidents it causes. I love the storm itself.

So as I sit here waiting to see how much of this crazy weather I will get where I happen to live, I’m smiling. I’m going to go stand on the porch and just listen when I finish writing this. Later, I’m going to go to bed and feel safe as Mother Nature unleashes her fury on the world outside. I love summer storms.

Does Anyone Have Any Water?

Oh geez… It’s so hot. I know I’ve talked about how the sun and I don’t get along before, but the sun’s friend heat was no fun today either.

Deutsch: Raumthermometer mit Fahrenheit- und C...

Deutsch: Raumthermometer mit Fahrenheit- und Celsiusskala (USA-Standard). Svenska: Inomhustermometer med Fahrenheit- och Celsiusskala. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

My desk is in a warehouse at work. I think I’ve mentioned this, but I’m not sure. Anyway, due to the size and ceiling height in the warehouse, it is typically much closer to the temperature outside than it is to an indoor, adjusted temperature. Today, this was the case.

Also today I had some suits to logo. Which means one of my absolute FAVORITE perks of my job was in effect; The heat press was on. Now we logo things made of a few different materials, so they require different heat transfer inks. the required amount of heat for the stuff we use ranges from 305 degrees Fahrenheit, up to 375 degrees Fahrenheit. Today it was 330.

Needless to say, the heat doesn’t exactly stay contained to the heat press. So while I was working today, I was significantly hotter than the surrounding areas. Being as I’m not much of a fan of the heat, this is less than desirable. Obviously this particular feature is a bit more exciting in the winter…

The point is that I was hot all day today, and this makes me sad. I don’t like to be hot. I’d much rather be cold. So cold that I require a blanket. That won’t be happening anytime soon.

I didn’t help that the retail area happens to be having a sale at the moment, so there was other work that needed done. Running around from the front to the back, lifting and climbing, they all tend to cause one’s temperature to rise.

Oh well. the rest of you(in a similar climate) are probably enjoying this weather and trying to figure out just why I would call an exterior temperature of around 80 degrees “hot”. Because I was hot. Duh. Geez.

Does the thermostat at your work/school constantly thwart your efforts to maintain an ideal internal temperature?

Whoops

So I swear, I’m not ignoring my story. In the works.

Anyway, I was noticing today that the seasons (I use that description loosely here in Ohio) mean different things as your circumstances change in life. I’m sure this is obvious to some people, and will be more obvious to others once it’s been pointed out, but I just noticed.

When I was young-ish, spring meant it was getting warmer out, which in turn meant summer was on the way. That meant summer vacation and all the fun that comes from summer vacation!

When I was a teenager, the impending summer vacation meant freedom from school, but that all came tainted with a mandatory vacation with MY PARENTS! The horror! It also usually meant I would be increasing the hours that I spent as a foodstuff transportation engineer (fancy talk for bagger at the grocery store).

In college it meant that I had to move back in with my parents, sacrificing all that glorious freedom I had just become accustomed to.

Now, as an adult (technically), spring means the warming of weather and the melting of snow. Cool mornings with the promise of warm afternoons. The grass starts to grow again, and I never can find the right time to mow it because it’s either not long enough, or too wet to mow. Open windows and cool breezes.

It isn’t just that things feel fresh and new, which they do, but it really feels like the year is beginning. January is nice, and it feels clean with it’s crisp days and bright sunlight, but the new year doesn’t really feel like it begins until you can enjoy moving around outside in the world.

Alright enough happy sunshiny crap, time to focus on baseball and the inevitable stress related illnesses and disappointments that are sure to follow. Roll Tribe!

Ohio Weather

Let’s immediately address the fact that I am a failure at posting often once I get busy.

I’m a failure at posting when I get busy.

Moving on.

Due to the incredible variance in the weather here in the lovely state of Ohio, it feels like spring currently. I have full faith that it will be below zero yet before summer. The last 2 years of weather has been abnormal even by Ohio standards.

I’m pretty sure that here, we don’t have the same 4 seasons everyone else has. I think we have extra seasons, and seasons that are out of order, and generally if you aren’t used to the weather here your first year here would make you feel like the apocalypse is due any day now.

I bring all of this up not because I hate the cold weather or anything, I actually love having seasons. The change between seasons is my favorite weather. I wish that the seasons didn’t change once a week but nothing’s perfect, right?

I don’t think I could live someplace where the weather is the same all the time, no matter how much I like it. I love wind, and breezes, and the smell of the ocean, but if it never dropped below 60, I might get a little sad for snow.

I hope the weather stabilizes soon, but that’s like wishing for cold coffee in Hell. I’ll be ok if it just isn’t one of those summers where the average temperature for one of the months is 96.

-Christopher