"A change in the weather is sufficient to recreate the world and ourselves." -- Marcel Proust
"Climate is what we expect, weather is what we get." - Mark Twain
"Even a paranoid can have enemies." - Henry Kissinger
As promised, the weather update.
You might recall, Dear Dedicated Readers, that I once posited that the weather is chasing me around the the Eastern half of the United States. Specific examples:
- The day I left Mount Carroll, it was to get ahead of a snow storm. By the time I left Chicago, it was snowing there.
- The day I left Cincinnati, it rained.
- The day I left Lexington, it was cold and the wind was strong enough to carry away Dorothy (And her little DOG, too!)
- The day I left Willow Drive, it rained.
- The day I left Ashland, it started snowing. (Yes, it stopped. But the weather was there... taunting me.)
But, to be fair, even I was skeptical. Yes. If there's one thing I've learned it's that you never trust a single event to explain the larger machinations of the universe.
And you don't trust the second.
Or the third.
Or the fourth.
Or EVEN the fifth.
But the sixth time that a similar weather pattern happens to show up within a day of my departure?
Well, then, Dear Friends and Valued Readers, I have no choice but to sit up and take notice.
It's snowing. I realize it's February and that snow isn't exactly completely UNHEARD of... even here on the Virginia coast. But I'd also like to point out that the winter has had a late start. I'd also like to point out that even when I was down by the Ocean View Shopping Center spending a few more hours with my daughter, even she remarked how odd it was that the grass was still green.
The storm began and a loud clap of thunder, then a heavy rain that turned into snowy rain. The thunder cloud must have been right over head because it shook the room. And I'm on the first floor of a two floor building.
I'm off to Washington D.C. tomorrow morning, back on the tried and true Greyhound Bus. My bus leaves at 8:16 in the morning. Yes. Had I thought it out better, I might have given myself some time to sleep in, since check out isn't until 11. My original thought was that I'd get up, check out, and walk across the street to the very conveniently placed Hampton Road Transit Bus Stop
|Not the bus stop. Actually, I think this is a new sign, even.|
But when I went to the fairly easy to use HRT website, I found there was NO BUS SERVICE this far out on W. Ocean View Avenue on Sundays.
No bus service. This is one more thing to go down on my List of Things I Hate About Norfolk.
Ok. So I don't have a list. Not an official one. But I have stated, I think quite clearly, that the only reason I would ever come here is to visit my daughter, Stella.
|She's older than this now... or a really short 17 year old. And I still miss that jacket sometimes.|
(I haven't mentioned how ILLOGICAL it is here? Well, allow me to illuminate. The cheap ass motel I'm currently sitting in as I type this post is on W Ocean View Avenue. But when you're on the street, the view of the ocean is BLOCKED by houses, apartments, and condos... except at Ocean View Park. And there's nothing there except a random structure meant to look like a large Japanese shrine. According to Stella, people sometimes rent it for weddings. She thinks it's stupid to spend so much money on such a boring place to get married.
Ye Gods, I love that daughter of mine.)
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