It's Official. . .

Yeef; I am NOT an every-day poster.  I'm not even sure that, back on my old blog, when I posted quite a bit more frequently than I do lately, that I ever posted three days in a row (or five times in a week).  But, you know, stuff keeps happening. . .

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This morning, on my drive in to work, I encountered the first snow of the season.  And it wasn't that thin, wet, almost-rain stuff that you can only tell it's snow 'cuz it makes a little *splat* on your windshield.  These were big flakes, coming down in earnest (and almost horizontally), even accumulating a little on the grass.  Together with the 50-mph wind, it made for a truly, um, interesting driving experience.

Back when I was growing up, Up North, it was actually fairly typical for the first snow to fall within a few days of Halloween, and I recall numerous times as a kid, trick-or-treating in the snow.  But down here in south-central Michigan, where I've spent the last, jeez, almost 40 years, October snow is pretty rare.

I took a glance at the weather map, and it seems that Super-storm Sandy (or Mega-storm, or Storm-of-the-week, or whatever they're calling her) is extending her baleful reach all the way into Michigan.  Some weather-guys were talking about 20-foot waves on Lake Huron; one forecast I saw said 20-to-33-feet.  I kept imagining what that might look like at the breakwater in Lexington, which is maybe five miles from where Jen grew up, and where we've taken the kids swimming on numerous occasions.  I'm guessing a leisurely stroll out to the end of the breakwater is out of the question. . .

That thought reminds me of a story a buddy of mine told me, about the time he was driving home after visiting family in the Upper Peninsula, on the night the Edmund Fitzgerald went down.  He ended up staying the night in St. Ignace, because the waves were breaking over the north causeway of the Mackinac Bridge.

As I write this, things outside are quite a bit less intense than they were earlier this morning.  The rain/snow has stopped, and the wind has abated to only 25-mph or so.  Hope all my blog-friends in Sandy's path are high and dry, or failing that, at least hunkered down someplace dry, and with a good roof. . .