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Lousy Weather
Posted by: Jean-Paul (205.233.28.---)
Date: December 03, 2003 09:34PM

What constitutes lousy weather to you?
My idea of lousy weather is when the temperature hovers around the freezing point and the rains just won't stop coming.
When it lands, it freezes and causes "problems"
It will collect on the ground in the form of slush and will be too solid to drain away but too liquid to stay in one spot.
One cannot shovel it well and driving in it is downright dangerous.

The only thing that beats this is -50 degree weather.
It is so cold that it doesn't even snow.
The air is extremely dry and life is generally uncomfortable.
Travelling to the grocery store is a logistical nightmare and, the worst, pity the backyard mechanic.

BBBBRRRR!!!!!

"I "Love Summer more than I hate Winter"


Re: Lousy Weather
Posted by: -Les- (---.trlck.ca.charter.com)
Date: December 03, 2003 11:55PM

Winter: A Dirge
by Robert Burns

The wintry west extends his blast,
And hail and rain does blaw;
Or the stormy north sends driving forth
The blinding sleet and snaw:
While, tumbling brown, the burn comes down,
And roars frae bank to brae;
And bird and beast in covert rest,
And pass the heartless day.

"The sweeping blast, the sky o'ercast,"
The joyless winter day
Let others fear, to me more dear
Than all the pride of May:
The tempest's howl, it soothes my soul,
My griefs it seems to join;
The leafless trees my fancy please,
Their fate resembles mine!

Thou Power Supreme, whose mighty scheme
These woes of mine fulfil,
Here firm I rest; they must be best,
Because they are Thy will!
Then all I want-O do Thou grant
This one request of mine!-
Since to enjoy Thou dost deny,
Assist me to resign.

Les


Re: Lousy Weather
Posted by: Jean-Paul (---.nt.net)
Date: December 04, 2003 11:39AM

I love the opening line:

The wintry west extends his blast


Thanks Les

PS- I love Robert Burns' writing. He knew how to free his mind.

"I "Love Summer more than I hate Winter"


Re: Lousy Weather
Posted by: Pam Adams (134.71.192.---)
Date: December 04, 2003 01:30PM

Ezra Pound - Ancient Music


Winter is icummen in,
Lhude sing Goddamm.
Raineth drop and staineth slop,
And how the wind doth ramm!
Sing: Goddamm.

Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us,
An ague hath my ham.
Freezeth river, turneth liver,
Damn you, sing: Goddamm.

Goddamm, Goddamm, 'tis why I am, Goddamm,
So 'gainst the winter's balm.

Sing goddamm, damm, sing Goddamm.
Sing goddamm, sing goddamm, DAMM.


Re: Lousy Weather
Posted by: Tigermonkey (---.in-addr.btopenworld.com)
Date: December 04, 2003 04:28PM

And this is for all us Brits who know what REAL lousy weather is.

A Song of the Weather

January brings the snow
Makes your feet and fingers glow.
February's ice and sleet
Freeze the toes right off your feet.
Welcome March with wint'ry wind
Would thou wert not so unkind.
April brings the sweet Spring showers
On and on for hours and hours.
Farmers fear unkindly May
Frost by night and hail by day;
June just rains and never stops
Thirty days and spoils the crops.
And July is just the same,
But with slightly warmer rain
August comes, the sun is hot.
Is it shining? No, it's not.
Bleak September's mist and mud
Is enough to chill the blood.
Then October adds a gale
Wind and slush and rain and hail.
Dark November brings the fog
Should not do it to a dog.
Freezing wet December; then
Bloody January again!

(Flanders and Swann arr. F Wedlock)



Post Edited (12-04-03 15:28)


Re: Lousy Weather
Posted by: Jean-Paul (205.233.28.---)
Date: December 04, 2003 08:42PM

Sounds very drab and dreary.
The word monotonous fits also

"I "Love Summer more than I hate Winter"


Re: Lousy Weather
Posted by: -Les- (---.trlck.ca.charter.com)
Date: December 04, 2003 08:49PM

Winter Song
by Katherine Mansfield

Rain and wind, and wind and rain.
Will the Summer come again?
Rain on houses, on the street,
Wetting all the people's feet,
Though they run with might and main.
Rain and wind, and wind and rain.

Snow and sleet, and sleet and snow.
Will the Winter never go?
What do beggar children do
With no fire to cuddle to,
P'raps with nowhere warm to go?
Snow and sleet, and sleet and snow.

Hail and ice, and ice and hail,
Water frozen in the pail.
See the robins, brown and red,
They are waiting to be fed.
Poor dears, battling in the gale!
Hail and ice, and ice and hail.


Les


Re: Lousy Weather
Posted by: rikki (---.carlnfd1.nsw.optusnet.com.au)
Date: December 04, 2003 11:42PM

It's SUMMER here, lovely and warm.


SUMMER

I am weary,
Weary of bracing myself against the sunís hot hand;
I am weary, and I dream of cool places . . . .

I see a grassy couch
Under a canopy of leaves;
A reedy river murmers by,
Crooning an old, old melody
Tuned to a long-forgotten scale,
Made when the world was young.

Rolled to the riverís edge the hills lie fast asleep;
Pale stars slip oíer their ledge and sink into the deep:
Down in the deep they sink to slumbrous peace,
Down in the deep they drink the water of peace;
In the quiet deep they quench their fires in sleep
And drown in a cool green dream.

The sun insists his burning hand upon my head;
I am weary, and I dream of cool places.


Louis Lavater (1867 - 1953)


Re: Lousy Weather
Posted by: Talia (216.117.99.---)
Date: December 05, 2003 12:42PM

Want to trade places with me? I'm in the mid-west...near the Lake Michigan lake-effect snow. It's been precipitating slush all morning and has now turned to light snowflakes....the inches are adding up...oh, how long to be in a place where palm trees grow!


Re: Lousy Weather
Posted by: appgrrl (---.student.appstate.edu)
Date: December 05, 2003 01:41PM

Haha. Sounds like where I'm at. I live in the Appalachian Mountains (for the next four years, anyways) and it snowed yesterday, which was absolutely great, but then it started raining, so that wasn't fun. And now the sun's shining and I want the snow to come back! Snow is great, but I can do without the rest of winter weather.


Re: Lousy Weather
Posted by: IanB (---.tnt11.mel1.da.uu.net)
Date: December 06, 2003 06:43PM

Shakespeare expressed it in a few deft brush strokes in his 'Winter':

When icicles hang by the wall
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When Blood is nipped and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tu-who;
Tu-whit, tu-who: a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marian's nose looks red and raw
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tu-who;
Tu-whit, tu-who: a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.


Re: Lousy Weather
Posted by: Linda (---.cache.pol.co.uk)
Date: December 06, 2003 06:50PM

Anybody know how you keel a pot?


Re: Lousy Weather
Posted by: IanB (---.tnt11.mel1.da.uu.net)
Date: December 06, 2003 08:35PM

Thinking of keel-hauling, I always imagined keeling the pot meant cleaning it by scraping its insides or undersides (e.g. to remove the remnants of nine days old pease pudding), but now that you have made me look it up, I find 'keel' in the Shorter Oxford as an obsolete ME verb meaning to cool a hot or boiling liquid by stirring, skimming, or pouring in something cold, in order to prevent it from boiling over. You learn something new every day!


Re: Lousy Weather
Posted by: -Les- (---.trlck.ca.charter.com)
Date: December 06, 2003 08:41PM

Linda, check out these definitions:

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Les


Re: Lousy Weather
Posted by: Linda (---.cache.pol.co.uk)
Date: December 07, 2003 06:16PM

Thanks Les. The only definition in the list that I didn't know was the relevant one.


Re: Lousy Weather
Posted by: Chesil (---.clvdoh.adelphia.)
Date: December 08, 2003 10:29AM

For the Ancient Mariner, it wasn't just cold that was the enemy but windless heat.

From Part II

Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down,
'Twas sad as sad could be;
And we did speak only to break
The silence of the sea!

All in a hot and copper sky,
The bloody Sun, at noon,
Right up above the mast did stand,
No bigger than the Moon.

Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.

Water, water, every where,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink.

The very deep did rot: O Christ!
That ever this should be!
Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs
Upon the slimy sea.

About, about, in reel and rout
The death-fires danced at night;
The water, like a witch's oils,
Burnt green, and blue and white.

And some in dreams assur'ed were
Of the Spirit that plagued us so;
Nine fathom deep he had followed us
From the land of mist and snow.

And every tongue, through utter drought,
Was withered at the root;
We could not speak, no more than if
We had been choked with soot.

Ah! well a-day! what evil looks
Had I from old and young!
Instead of the cross, the Albatross
About my neck was hung.




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