What Are the Intricacies of Snow Flurries and Logging Tales?

In summary: In Summary: The conversation discusses the weather and how people are reacting to it. There is mention of a snowflake and its effects on people. There is also talk of traffic and how it is being effected. Finally, the conversation discusses how people in different parts of the world deal with the weather.
  • #36
jimmysnyder said:
So you left the smells of NJ for the sights of nature. Just be careful, most people die of natural causes.

:smile: I lived in NJ long enough that there's still a chance I'll die the usual way...of cancer. :rolleyes: Every time I talk to anyone back in NJ, they know another 3 or 4 more people diagnosed with cancer.
 
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  • #37
Yesterday, I woke up to another 10 cm (4 inches) of fresh snow.

No new snow today, but the temperature was -19 C (-2 F) when I left for work.
 
  • #38
George Jones said:
Yesterday, I woke up to another 10 cm (4 inches) of fresh snow.

No new snow today, but the temperature was -19 C (-2 F) when I left for work.
I hope you remembered to button up your vest.

I don't know who said:
As I set down one evening in a timber town cafe
A six foot-seven waitress, to me these words did say
"I see you are a logger and not a common bum
For no one but a logger stirs his coffee with his thumb

"My lover was a logger, there's none like him today
If you'd sprinkle whisky on it, he'd eat a bale of hay
He never shaved the whiskers from off his horny hide
But he'd pound 'em in with a hammer, then bite 'em off inside

"My lover came to see me one freezing winter day
He held me in a fond embrace that broke three vertebrae
He kissed me when we parted so hard it broke my jaw
And I could not speak to tell him he'd forgot his mackinaw

"I watched my logger lover going through the snow
A-sauntering gaily homeward at forty eight below
The weather tried to freeze him, it tried it's level best
At a hundred degrees below zero, he buttoned up his vest

"It froze clean down to China, it froze to the stars above
At one thousand degrees below zero it froze my logger love
They tried in vain to thaw him and if you'll believe me, sir
They made him into ax blades to chop the Douglas fir

"That's how I lost my lover and to this caffay I come
And here I wait till someone stirs his coffee with his thumb
And then I tell my story of my love they could not thaw
Who kissed me when we parted so hard he broke my jaw"
 
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