Had to run yesterday and did not have time to come back.
Took my Mom to her hair lady. It was so icy...I slid a few times but did not fishtailed, thank the Lord.
I don't understand how a huge mass of Pacific moist air can override an Arctic cold air front. The weather guy explains it, and it makes lots of sense...physically speaking...hot and humid air rises, but cold dry air sinks (is this boring you?) so the rain from the Pacific air mass drops as rain above the Arctic air and cools as it goes through the cold air. The Arctic air--not being dense--allows no time for the rain to re-freeze so, when it reaches the frozen ground--that would be our homes, cars, roads, etc, etc--that very cold rain freezes as it touches the frozen surfaces. Thus resulting in black ice, frozen over snow, frozen windshield wipers [and I mean, crusted on] and all of that wintery stuff.
You who have not experienced this weather phenomenon cannot appreciate the fact that the glazed over key lock in the car is troublesome when one does not have 'keyless entry'
Ok, when I took my Mom back home, I slid backwards on her driveway. Then I backed all the way to the street again and drove over the snow, which gave me the needed traction to get very close to the garage, and the carpeting I had laid down for her to walk on without slipping. It all worked out great. Thank you, Lord.
Today the sun is shining brightly. Temp is around 12F and there is a stiff breeze. The weather guy said that tomorrow it will be 40F and Friday 60F. Do I believe him? The Pacific air mass is relentless, and maybe it would get that high...we shall see. Now it is officialy/calendarically (this is not a word) WINTER.
I will get back to my 'irks' another time. Now, I have to make more seasonal goodies for the 'festivus' celebration.
I'll leave you with this:
"He giveth snow like wool: he scattereth the hoarfrost like ashes.
He casteth forth his ice like morsels: who can stand before his cold?
He sendeth out his word, and melteth them: he causeth his wind to blow, and the waters flow." Psa 147:16-18
In His hands, ^__^