Happy new year, everyone! I’m having issues hating on the new year already, but I’m optimistic that it won’t disappoint my low expectations, so you have to love that I’m a glass half full kind of girl, lol.
Last week I headed downtown to the square and took some crappy photos along the way, then peeked out my window yesterday and was amazed by the difference. Albany tends to have the weirdest, worst and wildest seasonal changes you’ve ever seen.
It’s not that I’m not used to snow, I was born up by the Canadian border for shit’s sake, I lived through the blizzards of 87 and 88 with vivid memories of trees smashing into houses and news about car wrecks from the weather, and I’ve lived in Utah where the snow gets as high as your house windows and your face freezes and falls off even when you’ve got a scarf around it. I can safely say that I’ve been there and done that when it comes to snow. Where Albany is weird (maybe it’s all of Missouri, I don’t know?) is in the fact that the seasons don’t match up to their names and the weather changes on a whim.
Take these photos for example, a couple of out-the-windows with somewhat average country winter weather, right?
Well, that was today and I’ll give you that for winter that’s not all that weird. But these are from only a few days, and many degrees ago (I was walking around without a coat on when I took these!). Why can’t the weather just be somewhat predictable?