Category: Weather


Snowpacalypse is a ‘new’ word, a made up word combining ‘snow’ with apocalypse, which shows you how much they (the ones that made it up) know since they spelled it wrong. It’s also a word i hate and never wanted to use. I find it distasteful to use a word that refers to God’s judgment for a weather event. It’s a blizzard, let’s stick with that.

While i’m on my soapbox, why are we naming storms? Hurricanes are named because there are several in a season, there are five lists of names to rotate between the years and the names are in alphabetical order. That’s how you know if it was a particularly bad year, if you can a hurricane Tanya, that was a bad year. This naming of blizzards is rather haphazard. Winter Storm Jonas? Why not just ‘the January blizzard of 2016’ if you are worried there might be more. ‘The blizzard of 2015-16 winter’ if this is the only one.

I knew it had snowed before i opened my eyes, the snow plows on 2nd Avenue woke me. When i look at my windows i can see snow on my windowsills. The snow plows came by again so it must still be snowing, i haven’t looked out my windows yet. Not even when i heard some guy screaming for help, once. I hope someone helped him, or it was a joke.

Normally when it snows like this i go to the park and take pictures. Maybe tomorrow, today i’m staying in.

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Outside my apartment door.

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There is still snow in the playground, park.

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I keep forgetting the subway stairs are being repaired.

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My eczema is getting worse. Need to use my cream more.
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Finally headed home.

City girl problems

One of the advantages of living in the City is not having to drive in the bad weather. The disadvantage to that is having your train delayed or not running when you need to get somewhere. Like home from work.

So I have to find a way home without taking the evil green train from hell, also know as the Devil’s train. Yesterday I walked, it was only 37 blocks. I don’t want to do that again, so I have been on the website trying to find an alternative route. There isn’t one. The #4, #5 and #6 are the only trains that go up the east side. I may have to take a bus home. Stupid Green train.

The next day I went out and took some pictures and video. The pictures are on Flickr and the videos are on my YouTube Channel.

Then the Wednesday after the storm a noreaster blew through with nasty biting wind and snow. I know because I was out in it shopping. I am a tough New Yorker (Translation: Stupid). First I went to the yarn store to get yarn for the shawl I’m making for one of the bridesmaids in my best friend’s daughter’s wedding. I was wearing my gray down coat and it got soaked, it is not exactly waterproof. Besides the coat getting soaked, my jeans and every other part that was exposed got soaked too. I came home to change, but I didn’t want to put on my other winter coat, since I would need a coat the next day. The e-mail we got about cold stress, which I at first by cold they meant virus but they were talking working outside in cold temperatures, said dress in layers. I put on my long underwear, a sweatshirt and over that my coaches jacket, which has a fleece lining and is waterproof. It’s not designed for really cold weather, but with the layers it worked out fine. So I then ventured out again, this time for ….. a new coat to replace my gray coat.

The next Sunday (4 days later) when I went to church I wore a summer dress with a cotton sweater, tights and dress shoes. Last night I was back to wearing a coat. Winter in New York. No wonder I now have sniffles and a sore throat.

October snowstorm


I forgot I took this video, I was uploading my pictures and found it.

just an update

Yesterday I went to the game. The Yankees lost and I got soaked. I was also late to my nail appointment even though I left before the game was over. I got stopped by a police officer in Grand Central who wanted to know if they won. I couldn’t tell him.

So I was late to my nail appointment. I didn’t lose any sleep over it. Then after I stopped to eat something. Jalapeño poppers. I have been thinking of them since last Saturday. So I ordered some and some Jameson Irish Whiskey, which turned out to be the perfect end to my day. Except when I went online later, I could not remember what I wanted to do!!

More Hurricane Irene


At the house where I used to live, the basement got flooded. Today I went up to help, since I did use to live there and my stuff did cause some problems. They all hate me now. (not really, or not anymore, some of them have gotten over it) I took a little video, you can also view it on YouTube along with the rest of my videos.

After the hurricane passed through New York, I read headlines like this: ‘Some Hurricane,’ New Yorkers Grumble as Danger Passes with quotes like this:

“With all the preparations and all the hoopla on TV, it was all for naught,” he said. “I feel embarrassed that we made such a to-do.”

“The cops were riding around telling people to get out, and we were making fun of what a big deal” the storm had not been, Mr. Fenton said.

No big deal? Maybe he would like to tell that to the million people in New Jersey and New York (each) and the Hundreds of thousands more residents in Massachusetts, Connecticut and Rhode Island without power, to the people whose houses and businesses floated away, to the million people who rely on the trains to get into the city to work. He could also tell that to the two people whose kayak overturned and the rescue workers that saved their lives, or the hundreds of work crews that labored through the night on the train tracks looking for fallen trees and mud slides and arranging for clean up and repairs.

As for the comment that the mayor over reacted by shutting down mass transit, could you imagine the response if water had gotten into the tunnels and shorted out the system? Not only would you have damage to the system, you would also have hundred if not thousands of people trapped in subway cars in tunnels. Would that have been better?

Yes New York City did not get hit as hard as forecast, but if anyone thinks this storm is no big deal, they should go tell that to the families of the 40 people that died.

Welcome to Manhattan

In the month I have been living in Manhattan, there has been an earthquake and now a hurricane. If I was a superstitious person I would say the city doesn’t want me here.

This morning I went out, my plan was to go to my church and participate in some volunteer work. The sky was white, that white I’ve seen before a blizzard. Now I now it’s not just a winter storm sky, it is a storm sky. It was sprinkling and the wind was blowing, and I looked in Rite Aid and there was a line. I went back home, changed my clothes and did my laundry. And the laundromat was crowded, I couldn’t even put my clothes in the dryer twice, the lady that works there was ready to pull them out as soon as the dryer stopped. So I just brought them home and laid them out to finish drying.

Then I went back out to Rite Aid to get more batteries. Just in case, and I also found some single serving cans of chicken salad, only two left I got them both. I filled my bathtub, but the plug is not very efficient and it drained out. So I just filled it again. I also went out during a break in the rain to get some Chinese food. I hope pork fried rice tastes good cold. Now I am just sitting here waiting for the storm to hit.

The rain is back and the cables that hang down my building are swaying in the wind. Across the avenue lights are on in the high rise, pretty high up. It mildly concerns me, even though this is not an evacuation zone we are awfully close to it.

Hopefully my next post-hurricane post will not be long in coming.

Leaving Beacon

And this time it feels like forever but I don’t know why. Maybe because I know the car is loaded up with the last of my belongings and soon D and Stitch will be driving to my apartment with them. The last of my worldly possessions, or at least the last I have room for. Maybe it was Gwen telling me that the next time I came to visit things would look much different, things might be just gone. Maybe it was standing on train platform realizing I had never gone to the corn festival and not caring. I’m really a city girl at heart. I was never meant to live in the country.

Whatever the reason, whatever happens from this moment forward Beacon is no longer home, it never felt much like home to tell the truth.

It’s a miserable day to be moving, cold, nasty, and rainy. The game got rained out and for a while D was saying he might not drive down in the rain, but he is and so I feel like I am leaving Beacon forever and embarking on a new great adventure.