Winter is Back

While I was out walking our big dog Rodney last week, one of our neighbors emerged from her house, spread her arms wide, turned a broad smile to the heavens and happily proclaimed, “We’re having a heat wave!”

She was exaggerating, of course. With temperatures in the 40s, it was still fairly cool outside, but I wasn’t going to quibble with her. The East Coast was just coming off a deep freeze that saw iguanas go catatonic in Florida and sent wind chills well below zero in parts of New England. It was so cold where we live in West Virginia’s Eastern Panhandle, taking Rodney for his customary spin around the neighborhood was daunting. My wife bundled up so much, you could only see the whites of her eyes. So yes, it was noticeably warmer – a heat wave, even, by comparison.

By Thursday, it was even more balmy. Highs topped 60 degrees in my neighborhood and rose even higher on Friday – a fact that did not go unremarked upon. While I was taking our daughter to school Friday morning, she said “it feels like springtime in January!” She was not wrong. I half-expected to see confused daffodils begin poking out of the ground.

The oddball weather gave the guys in sturdy leather work boots (the kind I wear for show) renewed vigor. They shut down the road in the lower part of the neighborhood and had the backhoes and shovels out, again – cleaning up from the New Year’s Day water main break and making some upgrades on the water line aimed at keeping another break at bay, or at least making the next one not quite as bad.

The break that left us without water for a while was just one of a slew that kept crews busy from the Midwest to the Eastern Seaboard. Run a search for “water main break” and dozens of articles turn up – from Chicago to Baltimore to Cape Canaveral and New York City.

For a few days, at least, the fixit crews called upon to deal with all that carnage didn’t have to risk frostbite while they worked outside, but “Springtime in January” didn’t last long. Temperatures plunged back below freezing over the weekend and now a little bit of snow is in the forecast.

Looks like the daffodils are just going to have to wait. Winter has returned to form and there are plenty of water mains to break before it sleeps.

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On frigid weather and water mains

Technically, this is NOT my first post of 2018. It IS, however, the first one that I’ve put some effort into, so do me a favor and read it through to the end. And if it’s not too much to ask, you could also praise its virtues in the comments and share it widely across all of your social networks. WIDELY!

My ego knows no bounds, and apparently, this current cold snap doesn’t, either. Morning lows have been in the single digits for days now, with daytime highs struggling to make it into the 20s. Throw in an icy wind like the one about to blow in my front door as I write this and it’s suck-it-up bracing outside. It’s almost noon and the weather app on my phone says it feels like six degrees above zero. #Brrrr.

To be honest with you, though, I’m one of those weirdos who is happiest when it’s frigid. Winter coat weather makes for a much brisker and refreshing walk around the neighborhood with our big dog Rodney – and more rewarding, too, especially if there is chili simmering in the kitchen crock pot. It also makes it easier to shirk outside chores, but don’t tell my wife I said that.

In short, what I’m saying is this – I’d much rather shiver than sweat through the humidity of a West Virginia summer. But there are limits. And I reached mine on New Year’s Day.

My wife was the first to sound the alarm. Wrapped in only a towel after taking a shower, she cracked open our bedroom door and shouted down the hall, “What’s going on with the water?” When I asked what she meant, she shouted back that she barely had enough to get wet. The pressure was low.

I figured the extreme cold had something to do with it and said as much. But rather than stir myself from the warmth of my favorite chair to see if we had a broken pipe, I reached for my phone.

I almost never use Nextdoor, the app that links you to your neighbors. It generally just takes up space and I had been considering getting rid of it. On New Year’s Day, however, I thought I’d give it a shot.

I posted a message aimed at my neighbors asking if anyone else was having water pressure problems and got an almost immediate reply. A couple of others popped up within minutes, someone called the city’s Public Works Department and in short order word came back that a water main had burst.

One my neighbors pinpointed the break’s location for us. She wrote that it was right behind her house in the lower section of the neighborhood, near the wide open field where the neighborhood deer meet in warmer weather to plan their attacks on our gardens. She said her neighbor’s yard was flooded and that water was starting to inundate hers.

I found all this out never once having to stir from the warm embrace of my chair. Okay, that’s not entirely true. I had to get up when I misplaced the television remote control. Other than that, though, I remained in my comfort zone.

I did feel for the guys who had to work late into the night on a holiday, however. They worked for hours in frigid conditions better suited for polar bears. But they found the break and they fixed it. They should all get pay raises, or at least free hot chocolate for the rest of the winter.

Anyway, the water was back on at my house sometime before 3am. I know because I had to go to the bathroom right about that time.

To be on the safe side, my neighborhood remained under a boil water advisory for a while. And yes, it was inconvenient. But I figure if a water main break is all we have to contend with as a consequence of the arctic blast that has us in its grip, we’re doing fine.

Just try not to punch me in the face the next time I start going on about how I’m living my best life when it’s cold outside.

Heard on the way to school

A few times a week, it’s my responsibility to see to it that my daughter and her friend next door make it to school on time.

In the car this morning, I asked them their favorite of three songs we heard on the radio – Simon & Garfunkel’s “Mrs. Robinson,” Paula Abdul’s “Straight Up,” or the B-52’s “Love Shack.”

They chose “Love Shack.”

Leave your preference among the three in the comments.

Big Dog Rodney ran a 5k and other trashy news from the stoop

Bright sunshine returned to my neighborhood this week. And, while temperatures rebounded a bit, you’d never have known it because of the blustery mid-November winds. They cut through my flannel shirt, giving me a chill while I was out walking Big Dog Rodney. They even almost claimed my favorite baseball cap. After venturing downtown to visit my barber, a strong gust blew it off my head and threatened to send it tumbling end-over-end down the street as if it were one of the leaves that have been shaken from the trees around town.

With the leaves coming down, there are seasonal chores to take care of. For instance, my ladder will be making its fall debut soon. The detritus of the season is clogging the gutters at my house. Once they’re cleaned out, I’ll likely trade the ladder for my rake and get to bagging the leaves the wind didn’t blow away.

A few of the trees at my house could use a trim, but I’m probably going to hire a working man to take care of that – the kind of guy whose sturdy leather boots make much better sense than mine, which are more for show, truth be told.

My daughter’s schedule is slowing down. She and her theater posse wrapped up their high school play last weekend. Her grandparents came down to see the final show and gave her hug after the curtain came down for good. She appreciated seeing them.

The kids staged their last performance the day after Rodney ran his first 5k. The race was a fundraiser to draw attention to homelessness. My wife participated and took him along for company.

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Turns out, Rodney came in FIRST in the canine category.

AND his big finish made the local TV news.

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Rodney received so much praise at the race, my wife and I are afraid to tell him that he was the only dog that entered.

The only other thing of interest I can think of is the pumpkin drive. One of our neighbors is gathering leftover Halloween pumpkins to take to hog farmers. I was not aware that hogs are partial to pumpkins, but that should not come as a surprise. After all, I wear sturdy leather work boots for show. It seems like a good idea, though. Otherwise, the pumpkins would just rot and get thrown out with the trash.

Speaking of trash, I almost forgot. When I went to the grocery store last week, I mistakenly picked up clear trash bags. I didn’t notice until I needed to replace the garbage bag in the kitchen.

I find clear trash bags disturbing. One of my Twitter friends agreed after I posted a tweet about them.

Some things are better left to the imagination.

The end of the mowing season can’t come too soon

This week has been much like any other in my neighborhood. It’s been fairly quiet. Nothing unusual happened. We did, however, watch with interest as Virginians across the border went to the polls on Tuesday. Democrats swept the three top jobs in Virginia – governor, lieutenant governor and state attorney general. Plus, they cut into the Republican majority in the state House of Delegates so much that we’re still not sure which party will end up in charge.

Democratic success in Virginia came with victories in New Jersey and in major cities, including New York, Boston, Charlotte, N.C., and Seattle. But since West Virginians don’t go to the polls again until this May’s primary election, we were on the sidelines.

We sat out this one as early November rains brought much cooler temperatures to my front stoop this week. I’ve finally put away my cargo shorts and Crocs for the season in favor of jeans, sturdy leather work boots, and warm flannel shirts.

I welcome the change. To steal a line from a Twitter friend, I’m best in cold weather – and so is our Big Dog Rodney. Despite the rain, he’s been hanging out in the backyard more often. But while Rodney may be more comfortable outside right now, I suspect the colder temperatures have knocked our neighbor’s teenage daughter off her game. She overslept for school on Thursday. I don’t know for sure if the weather had anything do with it. But despite my enthusiasm for flannel, I acknowledge it’s harder to get out from under warm blankets when temperatures are raw.

Our own daughter made the newspaper this week. She and her theater posse are staging the World War II play “The Cover of Life” at their high school. She has a prominent role that my wife’s parents are eager to see. They are planning to come down for a quick visit to see the production this Sunday afternoon.

The newspaper spread includes a quote from our daughter and a nice picture in which she appears very serious. The whole thing made her mother happy, but she isn’t the only family member to rate media attention this week. My brother’s business, Bear Wood Company, is mentioned in this article about a new donut trailer now open for business in our hometown of Charleston, W.V. I’m not sure if he’s seen it. He and his wife are overseas – on a trip to Ireland.

Our never-in-touch college son actually got in touch this week. He’s making plans to come home for Thanksgiving, a holiday that appears to appeal to my daughter’s girl scout troop leader. Following their meeting this week, she handed out popcorn in plastic bags decked out to look like ears of corn. When she gave me one, she said, “I know. I’m weird.” And then she asked, “This isn’t going to land me in your blog is it?” Well, now that you mention it …

As the Thanksgiving holiday approaches, I find myself thankful for my neighbors. Last week, Senator Rand Paul was attacked allegedly by one of his while he was mowing his lawn at his Kentucky home.

None of my neighbors seem likely to attack me, but the episode has given me another reason to spread my arms wide and fully embrace plunging temperatures. In other words, the mowing season is just about over.

I finally figured out what’s going on with the neighborhood deer

Is it just me? Does it seem fitting to you, too, that the day after Halloween brought gray skies and the threat of a chilly rain?

After what seemed like a warmer than usual October, I welcome the change in the weather. At the very least, clomping around in my new boots makes much better sense.

I bought them last month. They are the sort of sturdy leather shoe that tough working men wear to protect their feet – men like the roofers who just finished putting new shingles on a house on the other side of the neighborhood. As a matter of fact, if I weren’t writing this right now, I’d lace them up and head outside in the cooler weather to tackle a tough job of my own – removing the fake spider webs I draped over the shrubs in front of my house for trick-or-treating.

Tough jobs require tough footwear. And while I am pleased with my new boots, they aren’t the only news from my front stoop this week.

For one thing, our son, the one who never calls home from college, has shaved the sides of his head. My daughter alerted me to his new look. She showed me the picture he posted to Snapchat in which he claimed peer pressure made him do it.

Also, my wife took a couple days off work this week so we could spend some time together. We ended up stuffing the back of her Honda CRV with junk from the basement and taking a nice romantic trip out to the dump. The fire is still there.

Our friend David would have been a third wheel if he had gone with us, but he’s down in the dumps all the same. He’s been a Los Angeles Dodgers fan since childhood and is taking their World Series loss hard. Be nice to him.

If you see Nic, offer him congratulations. He’s taken a new job leading economic development efforts in the next county over from ours. He starts later this month.

Tammy’s orange and white tabby cat is back home safe and sound. He went missing near the end of September and now we’re all wondering just what that cat was up to.

Despite cooler weather, the neighborhood mom-walkers in their sensible reflective vests are still getting up before the sun for their morning march. The dentist who lives on the other side of our town park is still riding his bicycle by my house, and when I finish this I’ll be taking our dog Rodney out for our usual afternoon constitutional.

While the weather doesn’t seem to have crimped anyone’s normal routine, something has spooked the neighborhood deer. They’ve stopped harassing me and Rodney as we make our daily circuit and now I think I finally figured out why.

Our City Council has approved a new ordinance allowing bow hunters to hunt them within city limits. The deer must have read about it in the paper and decided to make themselves scarce. If council members had approved the ordinance sooner, maybe my wife would still have a garden and I wouldn’t be taking countermeasures as if the Russians were spying on me.

In any case, Rodney and I are now walking the neighborhood free from worries about a big buck leaping in front us in an effort impress the does and bum some beer money. And it doesn’t seem likely that they’ll be back, at least not anytime soon. The city’s season runs through the end of December.

I’m not letting my guard down, though.

Deer are wily opponents.

Vigilance is required.

Sign of the times

  1. I just got back to our home in Martinsburg, West Virginia after spending the morning at my radio newscasting gig in Washington, D.C.
  2. My wife woke up this morning in Charleston, West Virginia’s state capital. She was there for work.
  3. Our teenage daughter woke up in Buckhannon, West Virginia, where she and a friend are touring West Virginia Wesleyan today. I’m trying to ignore the fact that our youngest kid will be making college decisions soon.
  4. I’m still getting used to my son being away at college. I’m not much of a football fan, but I’m watching West Virginia University play Oklahoma State in hopes of catching a glimpse of him. He’s a member of the Pride of West Virginia, the WVU Marching Band.

Guess I better get used this.