This morning when I wake up, the horrid, torrential rain has stopped, and the temperature on this typically chilly January day is 63. 63 degrees! That's a full 80 degrees warmer than it was at this time last week (including wind chill). Plus, the sun is starting to come out. Sun plus 63 degrees could equal a fabulous day.But wait. It ain't over 'til it's over.
By 10:00 a.m., the temperature starts falling more rapidly than it did that last night on the Titanic (and faster than the Titanic sank, as well). By noon, the temperature has plummeted more than thirty degrees. By 4:00 p.m., we are back in biting wind chills. 80 degrees up one hour; 40 degrees back down another hour.
Ray Bradbury lived most of his life in California. What the hell did he know about New England? Oh, wait. He was referring to Venus or perhaps Mars when writing about the extreme weather conditions in "All Summer In a Day." That explains a lot, I suppose. We extreme Northeasterners have been called a lot worse than aliens.
Folks, this is why New Englanders move to other parts of the country then fail to get sick -- we can experience temperature extremes. We can experience bathing suit sunburn and ski mask frostbite in the same day.
We can experience all summer and all winter all in one damn day.
