Today’s temperature is 68 degrees. In the middle of January? Dude, you’re blowing my mind.
Apparently in a self-correcting measure, it’s supposed to snow tomorrow. 32 degrees on Sunday, then 41, then 51. I wish I could be surprised; last November it hit around 72 at 3AM before crashing back to the 30s several hours later. One time during high school, it went from bright and sunny to snow inside of the time it took me to walk from the high school to the parking lot.
I’m frightfully confused and at a loss for what clothes I should wear.
My friends and I have speculated that the temperature can be mapped to something along the lines of k + n sin(x) + m sin(52x). Plus a random variable ranged [-50,50]. So basically, the weather is completely unpredictable.
You say this as if it’s a new thing happening here. We always get this kind of fucked up weather…remember some years back when we had a 90F day in January? Remember the day it snowed a few inches one May morning, and then hit the 50’s or 60’s by the afternoon? (ok, that one when a long damn time ago, but…).
Don’t worry - a few more months and it will be spring, when the tornadoes can come up over Mt Washington again.
The winter weather in this area is all about the jetstream. If it’s north of us, it’s warm, when it’s south of us, it’s cold, and when it’s on us, it’s stormy. We’re moving into a trough out of a ridge and that’s why we’re going to get snow this weekend.
Personally, I like this 60 degree weather, especially after I got my gas bill.
Well, 68°F is shirtsleeve weather. But then, so is 41 and 51. 32°F might call for a light jacket, so your best bet would be to wear something with loose long sleeves (easily rolled up) and an easily stored jacket that can be worn loose enough to not die of heat prostration at 51° or removed and easily carried when it gets above 55°.
I used to live in both Pittsburgh and Cleveland. Talk about screwed up loyalties.
Anyhow. All my life I can remember one weird weather week in Pgh in Jan or Feb. A few years ago I flew to Florida to see my parents in February and it was 40 degrees there. (Terribly cold for there.) I left after a week to go to PA to visit my sister, landed at the airport fairly late in the evening, put my heavy coat on, walked outside, and was completely blasted by 85 degree heat.
That was just wrong. Fortunately, I had my “Florida clothes” with me. And I had my “PA clothes for when I was in FL.”
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Y’inz guyz, it’s 'cause Picksburgh is the greatest city in the world, 'n at. The Allmighty himself shines his divine love down upon his blessed people, the people of 'da Burgh!
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I figure it’s because Panthers fans need something in their dull, dreary lives to look forward to
I grew up in Beaver County, about 45 minutes North af Da 'Burgh. My birthday is in early March and every single freaking year we’d get a blizzard so my friends couldn’t come over for my party.
This continued through my college years, where Spring Break was spent being trapped in the dorms unable to walk down to the parking lot, much less drive anywhere. (I went to school in Beaver Falls. No, not Penn State Beaver.)
The trend went on: 23 - Stuck at Gramma’s house; 24 - The Blizzard of 93 (the one that shut down the airport and set all those barges loose down the river) ; 25 - trapped on a hillside house in Freedom…
Every year, birthday = blizzard. Except in 1995 when it was so hot that my DQ ice cream cake melted on the 20 minute trip from the store back to my house. Next day? Blizzard.
Gotta love that Western PA weather.
I live in LA now. Let’s see it try and snow for birthday 37!
