Finally, maybe
After a remarkably persistent snow pattern, El Nino is finally starting to kick in. Probably shouldn't say it. Superstition. Still, all the credible experts agree, and we've had 12 whole hours with nothing falling from the sky.
Persistent? Here's a pasted-up list of the last several days on the Weather Bureau's 'local observation' column. Nearly solid -SN.
Persistent. Didn't amount to much, which is fortunate. I guess.
Later in the day: Yup, it's actually stopped. Nothing on the radar, nothing in the sky. A brief moment of sun. And even more amazingly, Copkiller Condon allowed the city street crews to dribble a few grains of SAND on the streets. Roughly two grains per square foot. Too little and too late, but it's the thought that counts. I guess.
Labels: Heimatkunde