“I didn’t know you could hold a pen. And you’re drawing a picture, too?”
“Border collies are very aware of the weather, not that it bothers us much, and I am a big fan of Tom Skilling! He has been talking about the HIGH pressure dominating our weather here in Madiganistan, oops, I mean Northern Illinois. The HIGH pressure over Hudson Bay, way up in Canada.”
Yes. The HUGE SPRAWLING HIGH PRESSURE over Hudson Bay that is funneling this constant flow of cold, chilly, refrigerated, ice-cube-spitting wind. See illustration below.
My Dad does NOT like the wind. Since mid-February, there have been just two days where the winds were calm. And, My Dad isn’t the only one with that crazed look tucked underneath two hats and a hoodie, and gloves, and three layers, and sometimes ski goggles…I know…My Dad sort of looks like The Thing when we’re out for a walk.
And this weekend was really heart-warming (or is it, heart-rendering) in the wind-cold-rain-snow categories. Over 36 hours of wind-driven rain, followed by snow-rain mix, followed by icy streets and wind driven snow. Did I forget to say it was windy? OK, ask. How windy was it? 30-40-50 mph with gusts that turned My Dad’s umbrella inside-out. He gave up on the umbrella and switched to the Eddie Bauer Storm Coat – with the hood pulled up. At least we didn’t get hit like Green Bay…over two feet of snow. Hoooooowl.
I can tell when My Dad is irritated with the wind. He makes this sound, sort of like a car with a flat tire…PHUUK-PHUUK-PHUUK-PHUUK.
So, picture the North American continent. Starting at Portland, Oregon, draw a line towards the east. Portland-Boise-Denver-Kansas City-New Orleans-Miami. Everywhere NORTH or NORTHEAST of that line is cold and windy. Back to the weather map, and then another LOOOOOONG walk – right, Dad?