Phew . . . We dodge a bullet in my neck of the woods this weekend.
OK, it would have been more like a pellet, but it would have been unwelcome any way you look at it.
Until a few minutes ago, the weather forecast was calling for . . . ugh . . . 2 to 4 centimetres of snow on Saturday!
But then the forecast changed before my very eyes, to 1 mm of mixed precipitation.
Still, it is a sign of what’s coming, yes? And why I am California Dreaming on such a grey, autumn day.
Winter doesn’t officially start until Dec. 21, even if somebody forgot to tell that to Old Man Winter, who usually shows up in early November. He’s anal retentive that way.
In my next life, I’m reincarnating in San Francisco, where I’ll wear flowers in my hair and stuff . . . and join a rock ‘n’ roll band.
— Jillian
Jillian Page 
“In my next life, I’m reincarnating in San Francisco”
Well, you’re used to the weather already. SF rarely gets above the 70’s(f) during the summer. It’s a nice place to visit, but I could not afford to live there. (We used to live in San Jose, the bigger city to the south of San Francisco).
I guess I am a country boy at heart. We’re about 40 miles from Boston, and I feel like we’re still in a big city. Since we moved here in 2007 the town has quadrupled the number of traffic lights (from 1 to 4). Gridlock!
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