I feel like all I ever write about anymore is the weather.
Believe it or not, when I sat down and asked myself why I was starting a blog, the weather was not high up on the list of potential topics. And yet here I am again, writing another post about the weather.
It is possible that several months into this blog project I have just plain run out of interesting things to say. Maybe I've become that guy who just brings up the weather because he has nothing else to talk about but feels awkward not saying anything to you because you're sitting next to one another on a bus and he needs some reason to cover the fact that he's been staring at you for a little too long.
But it's been on my mind a lot given how freaking weird this winter has been, so apologies all around to those of you who are bored. Stay with me until I become interesting again. Or go start your own blog.
Hey, how 'bout that Chicago weather? The past two months, it's gone from "no snow" to "two feet of snow" to "thunderstorm and sideways rain" about fifteen times. The first time the temp rose above 40 degrees, I was glad to have a break from the cold. The second time it happened, I was worried that the end of the world was at hand.
Now I would just like the weather to pick something and go with it for longer than three days. If it's going to be 50 and rainy, be fifty and rainy. If it's going to be 3 below, then go ahead. If it's going to pour a mixture of blood, locusts and dead frogs, fine. Just pick something and stick with it.
It's nearly impossible to dress for the weather when it changes so drastically during the day. I'll start the day with the longjohns thinking that it's going to be cold and end up sweating my ass off by the end of the day. I'll dress for snow and instead get bone-soaking drenched in the rain. I'm thinking of packing a giant backpack full of clothes and just carrying everything around with me like it was a shell, just so I can be prepared for the potential tsunami/head wave bearing down on us.
During my free time, I like to hang out at weather.com and check the forcasts for places other than Chicago. During lunch, I worked on a design for a cross between snowshoes and rollerblades.
Anyway, enough whining. Stay dry/warm/cool.