Global Extreming

I gotta tell ya, I'm still trying to get the hang of this global warming thing. For 11 years of my life I had to teach it and create educational hands-on experiences at a major world museum and a park district on this subject. Still creeps me out when I see the evidence before my eyes.

**install 'blah blah' filters NOW: full-on academia infiltration in force--> Global extreming is when bizarre weather patterns happen... thaws happen when they shouldn't. Hurricane seasons are both milder and more extreme than previous patterns have shown. Places that have never seen snow -- like the Philippines -- experienced frost in the past weeks, and other places -- like the poles, Greenland, Lapland, the Alps... -- MELT. The places in the middle are swaying wildly between the extremes. Hence, "extremism".<--disengage academia filters**

(Sorry. It's this weather.)

Right now, my backyard is a soup again, fourth? fifth? time this snow-season. I've lost count. I have a small pile of granular snow left. You know the way it gets, when it starts to melt? Not lovely for snowballs. Unless you hate the guy.

I'd be fine with it if I felt warm . But this sudden warming is just clammy. My dog won't walk in this. (Basenji, go figure. Click that; fascinating breed.) I'm cold, and I don't get cold. Under normal circumstances, I ski in a wool sweater and UnderArmour. In recent years I've been too warm even for that kind of layerage. Except this year...

I'm glad I just learned how to knit in the round. This year I'm determined to knit a damned pair of socks. Yes, damned. They WILL have horns. And maybe a pitchfork on the side. I don't know. However the wind blows. (advice??)

Wind? OY!! We GOT plenty of THAT. A few hours ago, the hysterical weatherguy was repeatedly interrupting Letterman (may the weatherguy rot in THE DEEPEST PIT for that) (that weatherguy was SOOOOO asking for an iceball) to rave about 60 mph winds. Which explains the loud, passing-train-like noise outside and the broken window on the back porch.

So the wind is impressing upon me that there may need to be mittens to accompany the socks.

Well, here's the biggest deal: my extremities are cold. Really cold. I need help. My extremities are not adjusting to the odd freezing and thawing pattern (is it a pattern?) that we're getting this year. It's strange. I'M COLD. If you find me frozen to the ground, put some nice socks on me, and make sure my mittens get finished, at least.

That ought to take care of MY extremities, though my humble apologies to the extremities of everyone else. If my knitting patterns come out ok, perhaps there will be a demon's dance for all y'all, too. And let me tell you, I've got my fingers crossed! ('Course, that won't help my knitting...)

(Freya, help me, I've never done knitting patterns before. Kali, you too. You're the goddess of change, after all.)

I'll keep you posted.