Tuesday, January 7, 2014
Making a wrong turn toward strange times
A picture can be worth binders of words. I have only a few to add to what the thermometer said when I opened the front door this morning. The newspaper added emphasis.
I've been joking that when Lyn, Cat Bette and I left East Haddam, Connecticut, heading to Marietta, Georgia, last May we made a wrong turn and wound up in Wisconsin. Or Alaska. Or the Twilight Zone, where up is down and hot is cold.
Yesterday morning, for example, when the temperature was 23 here, it was 54 in the Nutmeg State I used to call home. That kind of inverted weather likely will become normal as climate changes keep on pushing.
Down here, big rains and unusually chilly temperatures in August, followed by the current bone-numbing, teeth-chattering, garden-smushing, finger-freezing, coffee-swilling cold inspires a bit of gallows humor: When we made that wrong turn we wound up in a place known as the Southern American Frozen Tropical Rain Forest. It has every weather, and you know it's wrong, but whadda you gonna do?
Recalling tales of the ill-fated Titanic, perhaps as we helplessly sink into oblivion, we'll cue the orchestra and pass the brandy.