We have dog years (about 7 human years), we have cat years (about 5.5 human years) and now we have Connecticut years (5 Connecticut years equals 100 human years) I’ll explain. About a month after we arrived in Connecticut a huge storm, referred to as a Nor’easter, swept through. With it came 12 hours of incredibly heavy rain. The intensity of the rain was equivalent to the short sharp tropical downbursts that happen in Florida but whereas they typically last an hour this lasted half a day and was pretty cold too. The local rivers all flooded and there was a great concern over the high tide, which coincided with the storms height as well. When all was over many, many properties were damaged or flooded and lakes existed where previously there had just been meadows.
Luckily we escaped without any bad things happening to our house and we were greatly relieved, when walking around the housing complex we live in, to notice no significant ill effects for anyone (even Speedy and Sparky survived, though I was very worried for them). As we passed the condo association office we bumped into the president of our association.
In conversation, and being new to the area, we asked him about the storm. He looked at us gravely and said:
“Oh that was a bad one,” he went on “You know it was a one in every one hundred years storm.”
“Really? Well that’s good then.” we said.
“Yes,” he said, “last time we had a storm like that was five years ago”
So there you have it, in Connecticut 100 yrs = 5 years. Therefore I am 920 years old. Don’t feel so bad about the bi-focals now.
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Bazza
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