Where Will It All End?

Husband and I finished building this house in 1987. We moved in May of that year.

For many years, we did  not turn the air conditioning on until June. For most of May we kept the windows opened, and the cool breeze was more than enough.

As the years went by, we began turning the air on sometime in May. 


Then, April.

It is still March and last night was the second time we have slept with the air on upstairs. Admittedly, we had an inch of snow in between times.

Why is this?

Many of you will raise your hands and say, "Oh, I know! Global warming!"

Obviously something is happening, whether it's global warming, or the weather cycle has slowly come around to a time we don't recall.

Or:

I read something a few months ago that fascinated me. You may be a creationist, or a evolutionist or somewhere in between (I don't think there really is such a thing).

But a scientist, who is also a creationist said this: In the beginning God created a tropical paradise. It stayed that way until the Great Flood.

The Great Flood caused cataclysmic shifts in the weather, causing the Ice Age. And Earth has been slowly recovering from that for several thousand years.

You  may laugh at this, disagree or think about it. I don't know the truth, except that Mother Nature is one fickle woman.

A Three Cat Night

Boy howdy, was it cold last night!

Just for fun, (no, I don't  have a life, why do you ask?) I kept calling the little feller in the box what talks to you and tells you what time it really is and the temperature. Every time I called  him, it was a few degrees lower.

Husband had to take Dog out at 10:45 p.m. and was surprised that it was snowing, and the ground already white.

Husband said Dog seemed scared of the falling snow and wanted back in quickly. That's a guard dog for you.

As I read in bed, my favorite pass time at night, cats began to join me. At first it was all four of them, but Eli disappeared at some point, and Daughter reported he slept with her.

That's a good thing, because I was having a hard time turning over as it was.

At eight a.m. it was a bracing twelve degrees on our back porch, there was a light dusting of snow in the woods and yard, and the wind was brisk.

I think the highest it got today was thirty-one degrees.

And snow on Sunday? Really.

Man, I love living in the South during global warming, don't you?