Unless you've been buried in your basement, you know how unseasonable warm it's been along the East Coast in the US. Here in the Lakes Region of New Hampshire it reached 65 degrees today. 65 degrees. In January.
I'm not complaining. Well, not much.
While I like the fact that with temperatures like this there's no need to run either the woodstove or the furnace, there are definite downsides.
One of the biggest ones, at least in this state, is the lack of winter tourist dollars. There's no skiing, no snowmobiling, no sales of winter goods. That's not a good thing, economically.
Frankly, the timing could have been better.
You see, last night our 6-year old refrigerator decided that it wasn't going to refrigerate any more. It's a big inconvenience, but not a disaster by any means. But the thing that gets me, that sets my teeth on edge, is that had this been a normal winter here in New England it would have been a simple matter to put the various refrigerated and frozen foods in coolers and put them outside on one of the decks, thereby keeping them cold. No muss, no fuss. But no, we had to have some of the warmest January weather in over 60 years, meaning that we had to go out to one of the local general stores and buy ice to fill our coolers.
Buying ice. In January. In New England.
What is this world coming to?