LOCAL VIEW –Singing In The Snow–

Sometimes I want to shoot the messenger. Ordinarily I am full of praise for the Weatherbell site, but today Joseph D’Aleo had the nerve to mention, on his blog, “Although the sun is 24 degrees higher in the sky and days are up to 3 and a half hours longer than the nights around Christmas, snows can happen in April.

I don’t want to hear that.

Then he, and also Joe Bastardi, went on in great detail about how winter, in a final fit, could delay our spring.  They were being honest, but so was Jesus when he told the Pharisees that their ostentatious outfits made them look like fools. And we know how Jesus was rewarded for his honesty, this being Easter. And I am grumpy and feel in some ways like a Pharisee.

At the same time I am perhaps less inclined to shoot (or crucify) messengers for telling the Truth, because I’ve been lambasted myself, when I simply comment on what the facts show us, in terms of all the hoopla about Global Warming.

I’m all for any sort of warming. After all, we get tortured in New Hampshire by false promises of spring every year, but the trees never are fooled, and never truly bust out until the first of May. I should know this by now. After all, I experienced my first miserable New Hampshire spring in 1972, and have more recently lived here non-stop for thirty years. However a boyish part of my heart remembers boyhood Springs, down in the flatlands of Massachusetts. Though only fifty miles away, Spring comes two weeks earlier there. And two weeks can seem like an eternity.

Not that the sun being 24 degrees higher in the sky and days being 3 1/2 hours longer doesn’t have an effect. It makes things worse. For example, look at the way the sun melts the snow away in only two days. Start here:

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And move two days on to this:

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And you’ll notice not green grass, but mud. Locals call it “The Mud Season.” In terms of running a Childcare, it means that rather than wet snowsuits I can throw in the drier, we wind up with muddy snow-suits I get in trouble for throwing in the drier. Of course I’ll also get in trouble, with the kids, if their snowsuits aren’t dry. It’s a lose-lose situation. The sooner Mud Season is over the happier I’ll be, but further frosts and further snows, as suggested by the Weatherbell site, will only prolong my misery.

Worst is that all the snow melted away back in February, and we had a day with a temperature of 72°F (22°C), and the mire was drying. All the Global Warming Alarmists were clicking their heels and joyously saying that the end of life as we know it was nigh.  But I’m no fool. The only threat to life as we know it was that they were so blind to the facts. The east coast of the USA was one of the few areas in the northern hemisphere above normal.

Singing 1 NOAA-map-land-Temp-Feb-2018

I went on to audaciously suggest that all the gray land-areas and white sea-areas in the above map, when in-filled (“homogenized”) by NOAA, would lean to warmth and hide how cold it was. This proved I was a “Denier”, though I only stated the Truth. For example,  in the above raw-data map southern India and western Ethiopia were below normal, but in the “homoginized” map below the same areas are above normal.

Singing 5 NOAA-map-blended-Temp-Feb-2018-1

Why should I get in trouble for pointing out what I just pointed out? It is right there for anyone to see. But it seems some Alarmists don’t like looking. They have “eyes but cannot see”. They prefer to “look” like they are correct, and this makes them like Pharisee in ostentatious outfits, “looking” spiritual.

Don’t get me wrong. Compared to Jesus I’m a spineless coward, and flee from any threat of being crucified. But I find it dismaying that even a spineless coward like myself can catch grief, for pointing out what a child can see. What am I denying, and why am I called a “denier”, for pointing out what is so obvious?

And let me point something else out, which I’ll likely catch heck for.

Some say land temperatures don’t matter, because they are so quick to rise and fall, and we should instead look at the sea-surface temperatures. But they distress me because they fell the past two months.

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To me this is distressing because most of the sea surface is in the southern hemisphere, and they have just experienced their summer. Is something besides CO2 having an effect, (such as a less intense and “quiet” sun?)

So, the northern hemisphere, which is mostly land, looks colder, and sea-surface temperatures, which are mostly in the southern hemisphere, also look colder, but we are to believe that, overall, the world is warming? I don’t think so. And the people who say the world is warming seem, to me, to be the true “deniers”.

I have nothing to gain from seeing a colder world. I long for warmth and for spring. I am not paid by “Big Oil” (or anyone else) for stating my views. I’m just saying the Truth as I see it. What is most chilling to me is not the delayed spring I face, but the retarded intelligence I face. I feel that, if a Renaissance is a societal springtime,  societal spring is delayed, or even reversed.

An April snow? It is but piffle
Compared to the world-wide winter we’ve seen
Summer after summer. Stench? One whiff will
Cause the straight-walker to wheel and careen
Like a drunkard. Don’t try to explain it
With your politics, pitting rich against poor
And poor against rich, nor to contain it
Like an escaped genie. You cannot slam the door
On such a winter. Pandora’s mistake
Cannot be re-boxed, nor is her hope much good,
For winter causes the good hearts to break
And saints feed lions. Bow heads, as you should,
And then resort to the Last Resort, to call Spring:
In the face of the blues, sing, man, sing!

It seems a strange response to me, but there is a power in singing when all gets dark. As I pondered about this I happened to venture my ideas with a group of friends at a Bible-study, and they swiftly responded with examples of illogical singing defeating insurmountable odds.

A.) Jehoshaphat marched out to meet three invading armies with his musicians at the head of his army, and the enemy was thrown into confusion and fought each other to death, and Jehoshaphat’s soldiers didn’t need to draw a sword.

B.) Paul and his companions were thrown in prison after being severely beaten, and rather than than collapsing into exhausted sleep, they prayed (which makes some sense) and sung hymns (which doesn’t.) There promptly was an earthquake and the prison doors sprang open (which makes some sense)  and their shackles sprang open as well (which doesn’t).

C.) In Psalm 69 King David, after listing reasons for woe and stating how his foes deserve punishment, states,

...But as for me, afflicted and in pain—
    may your salvation, God, protect me.

I will praise God’s name in song…

I am not as skilled as my friends are, when it comes to quoting scripture. Instead I could only resort to secular sources, and turn to the unrecognized great American poet, Dr. Seuss, and point out that when the Grinch tried to steal Christmas, the Who’s defeated him by singing.

In any case, after talking we sang, and I have to admit I felt much better.

Afterwards I went home and dug up an old song I wrote back in 1972, after a night when I screamed into my pillow.  I brushed it up a bit, and here is the 2018 version:

You are why the night wind’s hushing.
You are why the dawn is blushing.
You are why the birds start singing.
You are why the church bell’s ringing.

The night was long and cold.
I had no one to hold.
I felt so confused
And so abused
But I refused to think that You forgot me.

You are land lost sails discover.
You are why the ill recover.
You removed every splinter.
You can end every winter.

The song you teach at dawn
Goes on and on and on.
Dark and cold starlight
Fades from my sight
And I delight the Sun has not forgot me.

You are why the night wind’s hushing.
You are why the dawn is blushing.
You are why the birds start singing.
You are why the church bell’s ringing.

In conclusion, the springtime this poor planet really needs isn’t meteorological. It needs another Easter.


8 thoughts on “LOCAL VIEW –Singing In The Snow–

  1. That’s a good thought. What we need isn’t an absence of bad weather or global cooling, it is redemption and salvation. Singing is good.

    Sing to the Lord a new song,
    Sing His praise from the end of the earth!
    You who go down to the sea, and all that is in it.
    You islands, and those who dwell on them. (Isaiah 42:10)

    • Amen.

      I studied the book of Isaiah, (and it took a whole year). Among the many things that defy explanation (and lead cynics to conclude there were in fact three “Isaiah’s”, over a couple hundred years, that wrote the book, because there is no other mundane way to explain his correct forecasts), one thing that surprised me is that a lot of the writing, in the original, takes the form of complex poetry. It has a complexity that makes a sonnet look simple. It is as technical as the music of Bach, yet, like the music of Bach, the technical stuff makes it more beautiful. This seems surprising, because we tend to think technical stuff would make art drab. However in the cases of Bach and Isaiah they tapped into Truth, which is both beautiful and also perfect down to minute details.

  2. Stop ur whining …. -10 in Calgary and the snow is falling and the entire next week is more January like than the first week of April … April fools indeed 🙂 https://static.ctvnews.ca/cfcn/WSI/600_cgy_5day_calgary.jpg?ver=a2537390
    On a positive note & with you and I being approximately the same age you will be interested to know that you, like I, can indeed fly! It is the landing that poses a dilemma. However I survived with a mildly whiplashed neck and multiple aches and pains that large amounts of Tylenol and Aleve deadened to an bearable level. I did have to skip two days of skiing counting the day of the injury and even on the 3rd day I did several runs and didn’t feel myself and went in early. I have lost a wee bit of my MOJO and am now skiing more geezer like / slower.
    Be good Caleb.

    • Thank you for your cheery pep-talk. In all honesty, it did me a world of good, and I laughed aloud.

      However, in the same spirit, I will mention “it is easy for you to say”. Our circumstances differ. I doubt your attitude would be so up-beat if, rather than ski-slopes, you had to deal with twelve small children who, despite warnings, insisted in diving into every puddle of mud they could find, and then loudly whined they were uncomfortable.

      I know exactly what you’re saying, regarding men of advanced middle-age still being able to fly. Because I can’t budget the cost of lift tickets, my risky behavior occurs on winter lakes with glassy ice, with thin ice and before snow ruins the skating. I lace on my skates, and then, though I feel a little old and stiff at first,
      soon I loosen up and get into the easy rhythm of gliding over the ice, and old skills awake and I whiz right by novices and whippersnappers, until…. I get too cocky and catch an edge, skating backwards, and go flying. As you say, “It is the landing that poses a dilemma.”

      Ouch. And worst is how my wife rolls her eyes and shakes her head. But I guess it just goes to show you, boys will be boys, even if they are of “advanced middle age”.

  3. Okay you lads, stop skiting there! Flying indeed, act your age. Though I was sailing for 8hrs 2 days ago, at 71 in April, if I say so myself. Almost recovered, and went to see ‘Stalin’s Death’ this evening. Glad we have the least worst form of Govt…..
    I am reading a bargain I got 2nd hand – “From the deep of the sea” by Charles Edward Smith about the fateful voyage of the steam-assisted 3-masted whaler out of Hull in 1866.Sealing at Svalbard and whaling in Baffin Bay. Caught by massive ice, wind-driven, smashed around and almost lost, 14mths at sea, many starved, froze etc.. But much valuable observation made and recorded. A US Naval Institute Press edition. The great skill of poley Bears at seal-diving was noted…..Now on page 63.

  4. Great find! I haven’t read “From The Deep Of The Sea” yet. There do seem to be a few free PDF copies on line. I may do some armchair adventuring soon.

    Entrepreneurs had a completely different concept of “risk”, back in those days, it seems to me. “When your ship came in” you could make a lot of money, but many ships never returned. Whaling, (and much other age-of-sail trade) was a gamble, and some men seemed to demonstrate symptoms a lot like modern men addicted to gambling. Even when they made a fortune they’d head back out and risk losing it all.

    Perhaps the sea-shore should have signs: “WARNING; Salt water may be addictive.”

    I envy you and your ability to go sailing. From time to time my jealousy may get the better of me, and I may be guilty of writing disparaging remarks about “rich fat-cats and their yachts”. Please be aware I am actually green with envy, and don’t hold it against me. I apologize in advance.

    I wonder why I crave sailing. I’d likely be terribly sea-sick, at least at first. But I also know that there is a beauty involved like no other.

    How big is your boat? Can you sail it single-handed, or does it require a crew?

    Anyway, to return to the topic of sea-ice and climate science:

    When you read the adventures the Whalers went through it is all too obvious the sea-ice was as mobile and fickle 150 years ago as it is now. The so-called “climate scientists”, who try to make it sound like the mobility of sea-ice is some new thing, are “talking through their hats”.

    The idiom “talking through your hat” may have been born from the fact American politicians of the 1800’s wore big top hats, and, when demanded by voters to explain certain things they had no answer for (or wanted to avoid answering-for), they would invent answers “off the top of their head”, and such answers were what filled their top hats; IE: empty air.

    In any case such replies are not true science. Even the most rudimentary investigation of history reveals sailors penetrated Baffin Bay right up into Nares Strait. When caught up in the sea-ice, they were always transported down to Newfoundland. The mobility of the sea-ice is nothing new.

    True science seeks to “dazzle us with brilliance”. All too much “climate science” seeks to “baffle us with bullshit.”

  5. I thought you would feel at home in Baffin Bay. Boat is just a 14ft Cat called Whiska. 1 or 2 crew, will do over 20knots, but rigged for an old man now, and the fierce souwesters of the Tasman Sea. Which I am thankfully separated from by a long spit here in my Kaipara Harbour home territory, which is 50mi long.

  6. Isiaiah impresses me too. Meanwhile, I see both cold ends are of high pressure on nullschool and low equator-wards. Ice-spreading and growth may continue even in the north? Or at least cooling of summer waters followed by what we do not really want. Turmoil in Barents waters as well as those hotspots, volcanic IIRC? We’ll see, once again.
    Watched ‘Mary Magdalene’ on Monday..A good Easter film….
    The addiction to seawater can be terminal, but one of the more worthwhile methods i reckon..For me, it is the beach for the next few days while the warmth holds, no internet. Cheers.

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