Sunday, January 21, 2007
Sun, What Sun?
A nasty funk has settled into the Salt Lake Valley and, dude, I'm sick of it.
Basically, the weather conditions have been perfect for creating a craptastic inversion that has lingered for more than a week. Essentially, cold air and pollution are trapped in the valley, with the warm air above. So if you can escape to a higher altitude, it's actually sunny and warmer than it is in the valley.
Thankfully, there was a small snow storm last night which pushed some of the yucky air away and this morning I woke to see actual, real, live sunshine at my house which is at a higher elevation than most of the valley. But a quick peek out the window revealed that the lower part of the valley is still covered in a layer of gunk. I'm enjoying my sunshine while I can.
Update: Click here for a nice, big photo of what I'm talking about. See the layer of grey crap trapped below my sunny, blue sky. You can barely make out the buildings downtown.
The dreary days had left me with little motivation. Although I did finish the samples for Amy and I mailed them off yesterday:
I also finished my January project for the Holiday Headstart Project but I don't have photos yet. Later this week.
To shake some of the funk, I met up with Teri and Anne yesterday at Three Wishes, a fantastic fiber arts store located miles, and miles, and miles from me in a part of the valley I view as a foreign land. Okay, so maybe it's only ten miles away, but it feels like 100.
I received some of Anne's Vermont Maples roving in a swap and started spinning it up when I got home.
It's amazingly soft and a riot to spin. Added to a little sunshine, and I'm right out of the funk.
Now where's that hand lotion?
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Basically, the weather conditions have been perfect for creating a craptastic inversion that has lingered for more than a week. Essentially, cold air and pollution are trapped in the valley, with the warm air above. So if you can escape to a higher altitude, it's actually sunny and warmer than it is in the valley.
Thankfully, there was a small snow storm last night which pushed some of the yucky air away and this morning I woke to see actual, real, live sunshine at my house which is at a higher elevation than most of the valley. But a quick peek out the window revealed that the lower part of the valley is still covered in a layer of gunk. I'm enjoying my sunshine while I can.
Update: Click here for a nice, big photo of what I'm talking about. See the layer of grey crap trapped below my sunny, blue sky. You can barely make out the buildings downtown.
The dreary days had left me with little motivation. Although I did finish the samples for Amy and I mailed them off yesterday:
I also finished my January project for the Holiday Headstart Project but I don't have photos yet. Later this week.
To shake some of the funk, I met up with Teri and Anne yesterday at Three Wishes, a fantastic fiber arts store located miles, and miles, and miles from me in a part of the valley I view as a foreign land. Okay, so maybe it's only ten miles away, but it feels like 100.
I received some of Anne's Vermont Maples roving in a swap and started spinning it up when I got home.
It's amazingly soft and a riot to spin. Added to a little sunshine, and I'm right out of the funk.
Now where's that hand lotion?
