Pinks and reds for places warmer than normal and blue for colder than normal.
Of course, Hydro, our kindly utility, has found a way to exploit the situation, laying a surcharge on us for the LAST cold winter.
Funny, they didn't give us back money for all the warm warm winters of the past 20 years.
I heard Eastern North America was the only especially cold place on Earth this winter and that got me to wondering.
I found a post on a site aimed at Climate Scientists (see above) that suggested a reason but, of course, I didn't understand a thing.
Apparently, the only other cold place on Earth was a patch in the middle of the North Atlantic.
That Environment Course at Yale I am auditing, aimed at 20 year olds, is more my style.
I learned yesterday that the planet actually cooled a bit or, at least, leveled-off between 1940 and 1980. Why? Air pollution!
Remember the air pollution of the 60's?
Montreal in the 60's. The colour, the smell, the tail-fins.
I lived in the suburbs of Montreal in the late 60's and 70's, as I do now, and if I went into town, when I returned home to 'the country' I could smell the smoke on my hair and even on my underwear.
I just loved the smell of car exhaust. The lead! And lucky for me, people were happy to leave their cars idling on my leafy street in Snowdon, where I lived in from 1960 to '67, below my bedroom balcony.
My sister-in-law tells me about visiting New York City in the early sixties and how she wore sandals and how her feet got filthy black after a short stroll down the street. Funny, I don't remember Holly Golightly having dirty feet!
My California cousin, driving us around the hills around L.A., tells me that, as a child driving around with her parents, the same hills were invisible to her.
Well, that same air pollution blocked out the sun, apparently, and countered the effects of CO2.
And then the Clean Air Act.
As a writer and concerned citizen, I thought I'd better up my understanding of things scientific, especially of statistics.
(I almost failed math in high school. I was in the advanced class in the 10th grade and then my parents got divorced and I ended up in the 'slow' class.)
My eldest son recently gave me a Jr. College textbook on statistics claiming it was ' real easy.' He doubts my math ability.
I didn't like it.
I found an online course, Khan Academy, with lots and lots of videos.
My youngest son told me to 'go straight to calculus.' (He has a high opinion of me, I guess.)
I didn't do that.
I ploughed through Algebra 1 and 11 and now Pre-Calculus. I am amazed at how much stuff is still in ye olde noggin after 40 years.
Talking to my eldest son over Skype, I heard him discussing with his Dad how the Montreal Canadiens have clinched a playoff spot.
My son remarked that the team had likely clinched it long before but the math is complicated, dependant on who beats whom.
"That's combinatorics, isn't it?" I asked my son.
"Yea, I guess it is," he said.
So there you go. Learning math can allow you to talk about sports to your son.
I see that the adverts for this year's Play-Offs have a nostalgia theme, showing 60's families watching TV on their old console sets in their wood-paneled basements, with a lot of colourful blown-glass ashtrays on the side-tables.