You may recall that some time ago I built a snowman. I had to actually look up the date. This has been a confusing week.
It was Monday and we had just had a lovely, fluffy snowfall, perfect for building a snowman.
The temperature was above freezing on Monday afternoon, so by Tuesday morning, Ole' Frosty was sagging a bit, but he seemed to still be enjoying himself as the temperature dropped and the dry powder snow began to fall.
By Tuesday afternoon the sun came out. Now Frosty had a problem. He was partially blinded by the sun and his smile was slipping.
Six inches of snow on Wednesday left him bowed, but not broken.
But then on Thursday he had to change his name to Crusty. Glazed with ice, he was frozen in place.
But just like weather in the Northwest, nothing lasts for long. By Saturday morning the freeze was over, the snow and ice were melting, and the snowman was becoming just another faceless feature-creature.
The sun on Saturday afternoon was welcome to all of the human inhabitants, but poor Ole' Frosty/Crusty just lost his head over it.
So long, Snowman. You were a great weatherman while you lasted.