I've been writing on claywginn.com for quite some time now, but I think that I'm finally done. I'm starting up a new site, but I'm going to be using a pseudonym that I'm not going to publish on here. If anyone would like to know what the new site is, please send me an email and I'll let you know.
Why am I doing this? I'm getting more concerned about privacy as my kids get older. I've never really cared much before about it, and nothing has happened to scare me into it, I just think it's a prudent thing to do. Of course, Google has a long memory, so nothing will really disappear. I'm just not going to make it readily available.
I'm going to leave the site up and running for awhile, probably six months or so. All my email addresses still work, so communication isn't changing. I'm just not going to post here anymore.
Thanks to those who have been reading, and God bless everyone!
As both an armchair meteorologist and armchair theologian, I would like to make the following observation. Weather is God's way of telling humanity that we have no idea how things work. We may think we do, but sometimes God simply decides to throw a wrench in the works. My evidence for this follows.
This last weekend was fairly rainy and stormy. We had a pretty good storm roll through about 2AM, with a lot of rain, wind, and lightning. Then it rained pretty consistently from about 4AM until 10AM. The temperature had been dropping all day from a high of 65 at 1AM. About 6:30PM though, things started to change more.
Naturally, the kids were excited as they rarely get to see snow here in Texas. I thought that it would have a few flakes, then not much more after that. Boy, was I wrong.
8PM
9:30PM
Tink wasn't sure what to think of the white stuff invading her back yard.
1AM (yes, I was still awake)
7AM Everything was covered in white.
Naturally, this meant it was time for snow angels.
Four inches of the white stuff, measured several times to make sure it was accurate.
Driving to work everything was beautiful...
... up until this. You can almost hear the people collectively asking, "What is all this white stuff? Where did it come from?!?!?" Since their brains were occupied with these thoughts, they couldn't be bothered with driving more than 15 MPH on the freeway.
Such is snow on a fine March day in Texas, a day after we were under a tornado watch.
I've kind of turned this into a photoblog, haven't I?