The Green Bag

Looking out my kitchen window about an hour ago. There's snow on the ground, but it's mostly just a thin cover from the dusting we got after the big thunderstorms that rolled through here on Thursday night. The ground cover in the common area behind our house is all but gone, and I can see in our stand of trees that a couple more of the dead elms are now lying next to the top of the maple tree that split off last fall. It's a beautiful, sunny morning.

Just inside my kitchen window sits the electronic indoor/outdoor thermometer we got for Christmas. Oh, I see it's gone all the way up to 25. Wait, no, that's 2.5 degrees. While I made my coffee, I watched the temperature drop down to 1.9 degrees, then drift up to 2.7, then settle back at 2.5 again.

I checked the memory, and 1.9 degrees is the coldest outdoor temperature the thermometer has registered. (The warmest indoor temperature was 107.9. That's from the morning when Anna decided she was cold and turned the thermostat up all the way. It had been 99 when they arrived home that day, but apparently it had been hotter in the afternoon sun.)

Well, I'd wanted to go out geocaching today to launch TinyTGB II, but I think it's gonna be too cold. Granted, it's a day very much like my birthday last year - sunny and bitterly cold - when we did go geocaching, but I don't think it was this cold!