Last week the wind blew my dog away. Okay, not away, like hello Toto, welcome to Oz. More like she was loping along minding her own business and that of a bunch of dumbass heifers, and she hit a patch of frozen snow and the wind slammed her broadside and sent her skidding like a black and white hockey puck. I don't speak dog, but whatever she said was not fit for young ears.
Since that time we've had high wind warnings nearly every day. Around here, that means 50 mph and up. Anything less is just a stiff breeze. There is good news, though. Winds like these in December are pretty much always the result of warm weather masses. On Thursday and Friday the temperature climbed all the way up to the forties. All of the packed snow on our steeply slanted driveway melted, at least on the surface, so we were walking/driving around on a solid sheet of wet ice, canted at a 5% grade.
But that was yesterday.
Our weather is nothing if not schizophrenic. At ten-thirty last night it was thirty-five degrees, I could see every star in the sky horizon to horizon, and of course the wind was howling. This morning? Dead calm. Clear sky. Half and inch of snow. All it cost us to get rid of the wind? Every single degree. It's right on zero. Today's high: ten.
No worries though. Tomorrow it's supposed to be thirty. Too bad the warm front will be ushered in on another damn Chinook wind.