one year of crying and the words creep up inside
I think that complaining about the weather is fundamentally stupid. It's cold in winter, it's hot in summer, and January thru March can pretty much make you hate life. And yet, I will go on to say that this weather blows worse than W. (Haha, I kid for effect. It is not worse than W. It is worse than getting kicked in the shin, though.)
First: snow! Yay! Could've used it at Christmas, but I'm really not complaining. I like snow. Then: sleet. More sleet and freezing rain than I had ever seen in my entire life in the midwestern US. Sleeted for a whole day. Not enough to cancel classes (heaven forbid), but enough to leave a 2"-thick sheet of ice/snow on top of 6" of snow. Let set overnight, and you get a yard that crumbles when you put about half your weight on it.
Then: a wee bit more snow. Then: temperature goes above freezing, everything drips everywhere. Sog. Drip and sog. Squish and sog. Sog sog sog. Which: fine. Snow begets sog. We know this. The carbon-encrusted slush that could be either frozen or melty but either way is definitely slippery; the packed snow turning to ice when it gets below freezing at night; the drips off the gutter that somehow always manage to hit the exposed part of your neck when you're fumbling with your keys: this happens.
But THEN. Rain. Rain all day. Ungh. Uhhhhngh.
Rain all day, plus the preexisting sog, equals the parking lot is drowning. It equals a yard that supports half of your weight and then drops you into 3" of standing water. It equals a layer of water on top of the ice for extra slippage.
It will probably equal, once again, the vents flooding and the possible Black Mold of Death that almost certainly has to have been accumulating in said vents since the first vent flood about 4 years ago. The landlord claims that the hot air of the heater is enough to dry it out sufficiently.
I am skeptical.
First: snow! Yay! Could've used it at Christmas, but I'm really not complaining. I like snow. Then: sleet. More sleet and freezing rain than I had ever seen in my entire life in the midwestern US. Sleeted for a whole day. Not enough to cancel classes (heaven forbid), but enough to leave a 2"-thick sheet of ice/snow on top of 6" of snow. Let set overnight, and you get a yard that crumbles when you put about half your weight on it.
Then: a wee bit more snow. Then: temperature goes above freezing, everything drips everywhere. Sog. Drip and sog. Squish and sog. Sog sog sog. Which: fine. Snow begets sog. We know this. The carbon-encrusted slush that could be either frozen or melty but either way is definitely slippery; the packed snow turning to ice when it gets below freezing at night; the drips off the gutter that somehow always manage to hit the exposed part of your neck when you're fumbling with your keys: this happens.
But THEN. Rain. Rain all day. Ungh. Uhhhhngh.
Rain all day, plus the preexisting sog, equals the parking lot is drowning. It equals a yard that supports half of your weight and then drops you into 3" of standing water. It equals a layer of water on top of the ice for extra slippage.
It will probably equal, once again, the vents flooding and the possible Black Mold of Death that almost certainly has to have been accumulating in said vents since the first vent flood about 4 years ago. The landlord claims that the hot air of the heater is enough to dry it out sufficiently.
I am skeptical.
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