Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Weather report, once again

Finns are at least as bad at harping on about the weather as the Brits. I was going to have a real go at it yesterday, here on my blog. I was planning on describing the condition known as räntäsade. The best translation I suppose is sleet, although it doesn't come close to conveying the misery of the air around you turning into a vertical slotted-sea of pound-coin-sized (and as heavy) shplats of matter, with the consistency of unflavoured slush-puppy, driven into you at 20 m/s. Happily, we were rehearsing again last night, so I ran out of time.

Today, right now, it has turned into snow! Ok, so it will be equally wet and miserable once I actually get out in it, and the public transport will slip and slide, and I don't have the shoes for wet weather, but I can't help myself. Looking directly up at the sky during snowfall, the flakes dancing against that particular hue of bluey-grey snowfall-clouds are, always makes me feel like a little girl in the nicest, most exciting and exhilarating way. I am off to make some snowballs & get my gloves wet...

4 comments:

nmj said...

Sorry you have sleet, my dear, it is rare that we can boast of lovely weather here in Scotland, but today the 1st Nov is sunny, though cold, and scarves have sneaked into the equation . . .

Anna MR said...

Scarves? Dear heart, I am wearing my snowtrousers. I *hate* feeling cold. Much more than I hate looking stupid, at least these days. It's good to be of a certain age...

nmj said...

well, i guess scarves are feeble accoutrements next to snow trousers! . . . by the way, i wanted to say 'break a leg' to wish you luck with 'the winter's tale', but maybe that is not such a good idea now, i don't want you falling in the damn snow!

Anna MR said...

Ah, thank you. An unhealthily-big concoction of stage adrenalin and nerves are becoming more and more evident in my body chemistry. aaaaaaaaaaaaargh