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And for my far away readers, a brief postcard from the tranquil shores of Lake Herman:
After yesterday's westerly gales and surprise thundershowers, I am pleased to report winds dropping to a mere whisper in the shelterbelt. It's 61 degrees Fahrenheit (that's 16 Celsius in Canada... 16.5 in Newfoundland) here on the south deck. Birds are singing lullabies, frogs looking for love, and skies clear to Venus, Saturn, and all points beyond. Have a blissful evening, everyone.
RIP Quincy Jones
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Probably one of the greatest music producers EVER! I have to tell you, I
have been beside myself, I get it, he was old, but everything you listened
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Westerly gales and surprise thundershowers... I don't know what that means for you, but it meant an awful cold night calling a baseball game!
ReplyDeleteI'm just surprised that I didn't gross out the audience with my sniffles!
At least the 40 mile-an-hour wind in Flandreau dried me out... somewhat!
Yes, that wind does dry a guy out! That's exactly what I was thinking when I got caught out on the scooter just west of the Rutland substation in that popcorn shower that rolled through the north half of the county (my effort to outflank the storm almost worked... almost).
ReplyDeleteBut now we have a beautiful sunny weekend, so play ball!
"It's 61 degrees Fahrenheit (that's 16 Celsius in Canada... 16.5 in Newfoundland)."
ReplyDeleteHee hee. That's funny.
So what makes New Foundland so doggone important that they get an extra half-degree Centigrade? Does the Fahrenheit to Celsius conversion rate not apply to Canadian fisherman?
ReplyDeleteAll I'm saying is that, as my friend Megan will attest, Newfoundlanders are a breed apart.
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