Thanksgiving time usually means the beginning of the winter here in Buffalo. We get the boots lined up by the mudroom door. (I actually never heard of a mudroom before coming to Western New York.) We decide which projects would get done this winter while we would be cooped up during a storm or one of the many dreary weekends. We suffer this weather as well as the never ending wisecracks about winter in Buffalo.
Like the rest of the country (except Alaska, I am told), we are experiencing a mild winter. Usually for us that would mean only 50 inches of snow instead of the usual 100 or so. It would mean temperatures in the 20’s and not the teens or single digits. It would mean only one big snow dump not two or three. It would mean two mid-winter thaws instead of just one. And it would mean only one week of unbelievable cold and wind instead of two.
Not so this year. I have put on snow boots only once. No mud-stained carpets in my car this year. didn’t have to wash the car every week or so. Even the gas use was less. The lake didn’t freeze so no anticipation of what date would be set for removal of the ice boom from Lake Erie.
This is more than weird. It is disruptive. Highly. No bad weather means nothing to talk about. (Alas, we spend a lot of time talking about our weather, too.) Projects go undone. Fur coats are left in their plastic covers. Travel is easy so no excuses to be late for the OR. The excitement (and a few unexpected days off) of a snowstorm or even a blizzard makes the this a boring winter. And Buffalo is boring enough without taking the weather from us!
So even for the most skeptical about global warming among us, this winter in Buffalo should be enough to give them pause and reconsider. Whether man-made or part of a natural warming cycle, this weather is not as welcome as one might think it should be. So much for getting what you wished for. With March around the corner, we have only about 4 more weeks to experience a real Buffalo winter. One can always hope……..