If you have been conscious for the last week or so, you are aware that it is hot out there. As I have spent the better part of my 37 years in Sacramento, I am mostly immune to it at this point, though I have to remind myself that almost half of that has been spent in an air conditioned office from 9 to 5 every weekday.
As RonTopOfIt put it, you gotta love being the person who gets a start on Sacramento weather forecasting in early December… “Morning fog, highs in the 50s” can get you through your first month, at least!
I am usually skeptical about weather warnings and today was shaping up as validation of that, since it cleared up nicely despite forecasts for rain through the evening. But that was before I saw this outside the window here at work just now. Technically this is a funnel cloud, I believe:
Now if I could just find my grandparent aged aunt and uncle and my little terrier dog and get into the cellar, I’ll be all set.
The History Channel amuses me, as many of their shows seem to be fact checked by contestants on “Are You Smarter Than a Fifth Grader” (the adults, not the kids), yet I still tune in to their shows. Today, I watched The Crumbling of America, which details the disasters that American cities face from our dilapidated infrastructure.
Of course, Sacramento’s levee system is highlighted. My favorite part is their computer simulation of a levee breach in Natomas, which consists of a picture of water superimposed over a picture of Arco Arena. Woo, high tech!
I won’t even comment on the comments because I am all about the “Hide comments on sacbee.com” feature. It’s like you get to read about what’s going on in Sacramento and form your own opinions! Imagine.
Due to the overwhelmingly lukewarm response to my new “Cap’n Obvious” category last week, I would like to add another one labeled “Where was I?” We will snap random photos about town and we’ll test your knowledge of the 916 by asking that you tell us where we took the photo. Some will be easier than others. I rate this one a 5 out of 10.
With yesterday’s storm we were treated to a lovely rainbow.
I suppose it’s possible that I don’t want to know the answer to this question, but why is it that a blustery Northern California day like today fills me with happiness? I don’t think I’d want a steady diet of it, e.g. the Pacific Northwest, but something about a windy rainy day in these parts makes me incredibly joyful inside.
I’m sure I’m not the only one. Is it only because that means there is turkey and presents in my near future?