Winter Left Behind and Pictures 12, 13, 14 and 15

It looks like we might not have a winter this year in Alabama.  Not that I’m sure exactly what winter here looks or feels like.

For the past few days, we’ve been swaddled in a warm wet blanket of air.  The heat’s been off for days, and this weekend we both wore shorts around the house.  Today at work, not one but two people told me they had to turn their air-conditioning on.  (“Had to” does not actually mean compelled to, e.g. by force or imminent heat stroke.)  While driving my boss to dinner on Thursday, he asked if the car had AC. Mr. NYer and I have been sleeping with the window open. And today, someone in the office pointed out the window and said, “What’s with those trees?”  They appeared to be in bloom, two months too early.

You get the picture.  Climate change has come to Montgomery, and gone are the winters of yore.  But I never saw them here, so it’s hard to know what I’m missing.

But I do know what I’m not missing.  Snow. Wind. Bitter cold. Even if we were to have an unusual and extreme weather event here in Montgomery, it might mean — at worst — some ice and maybe an inch of snow.  That melts immediately.  Nothing like the snows in these pictures from 2003 and 2006.

One car is being cleared; there's another under the pile on the right.

One car is being cleared; there’s another under the pile on the right.

MrNyer shovels the sidewalk even in mid-snowfall.

MrNYer shovels the sidewalk before the snow stops falling.

Only wet and heavy snow sticks like this.

Only wet and heavy snow sticks like this.

Snow piled up on the deck outside the kitchen.

Snow piled up on the deck outside the very very cold kitchen.



One adjusts quickly to new conditions.

Case in point 1:  On the first day I wore a skirt, despite being told that I could dress much more casually.  That night, Lifelongnewyorker wrote that she would continue wearing skirts and dresses until they wore out.  I wore jeans the next day.

I have not worn a skirt or dress since.  Soon I will go in clad in sweats, or perhaps pajamas.

Case in point 2: This morning I turned onto the bypass en route to I85 only to get stuck in traffic.  I had to wait for one light to change twice before getting through it.  I couldn’t believe it.  “Where the heck did all this traffic come from?” I thought.   My 15 minute commute, already long by Montgomery standards, stretched to 25 minutes.  I was irate.

Case in point 3: I am no longer irritated at being called ma’am.  In fact, I have begun calling other people  ma’am.

Case in point 4: When I stepped outside this morning, wearing a light weight spring jacket, I thought it was rather cold.  It was 36 degrees.  Don’t worry; by the time I drove into the office garage, it was 43, on its way up to the high 50s. 

Case in point 5: I don’t think twice about making right turns on red.

Good golly, am I acculturating already?