My mother lived with me for almost 30 years and every week, I’d ask if she had any ideas for my column. For 30 years, she had the same answer — the weather.
“Mom,” I’d say, “I don’t write a meteorology column. I can’t write about the weather every week.”
This winter though, it has been hard not to write about the weather every week. Several days of above freezing temperatures now and I still see total white when I look out my window. My tree lawn is still a solid wall from the snow the Street Department (bless them!) has piled up there. My driveway is still pure ice. My furnace runs 24 hours a day.
In fact, I’ve fallen twice. That’s unusual. I’m not a particularly graceful person but I am usually balanced. I don’t fall often but these two times, my feet shot out from under me and I fell on my rear and rocketed down the drive. Fortunately, I’m well-padded in that area so no actual harm was done except to my dignity. The first time, I had just arrived at home so I went inside to put on warm, dry pajamas and comforted myself with a cup of hot chocolate. The second time, I was headed out but had to return to the house to change out of my ice-water-sodden clothes.
This is the first year I’ve ever heard of the polar vortex. I Googled the term to discover it has been in use for years (despite Rush Limbaugh’s claim that is a “hoax”). I guess it just didn’t register before. But polar vortex sounds much more ominous than “bad storm,” doesn’t it? I looked up the definition but it is long and complex and unless you are a scientist, you wouldn’t know anymore after you read it than you do now (except that is also a form of cyclone).