Snow. Blogs nowadays are all talking about the snow. I’m guilty too, but I can hardly help it (being from Minnesota), I suppose if snow is something new to you–well, it’s big news I guess, or lack of. Coast to coast. It’s all about the snow. Coming up this weekend, bitter-ass-biting-coldness. It’s going to suck (see my post regarding ice).
The other week I learned that in my neck of the woods we are two to three times more likely to experience an “ice event” than other parts of the state. That’s just great. I hate the ice but don’t mind the snow. We had an inch of ice on our sidewalk. I thought it would eventually melt but had to resort to some industrial strength ice melt to be rid of it. During that week I saw heartier Minnesotans than I out with their ice choppers taking care of business old school style. Not me. Just pour on the ice melt, pour a cup of coffee and wait. We had some light snow earlier this morning. It was actually pretty. Sort of story-bookish. The sun was bright, sort of muted though, shiny flecks of snow floated in the air. Snowflakes, I guess. I’m so verbose it hurts.
I took the car through the wash today. We had a nice thick coating of salt on the car from our trip up to Minneapolis last Sunday and I thought it would be a good time to stop our car from rusting out. So, after work I bought a carwash ticket (the $6 deluxe) and went around to the back and entered. I pulled in, parked it and zoned out listening to the radio as the wash went through its cycles. I was pretty pleased with myself (very responsible, very adult) until I checked in the rearview mirror and found I forgot to turn off the radio and retract the car antenna. It was bent all crazy Sci-Fi like. I’ve straightened it out as best as I could. But it will never retract all the way down again. Reception is still good. Ice-1, Foo-0.
Life is damn sweet. 2005 is shaping up to be the best year ever. Seriously, ever. I’m about to burst. Too many reasons to explain here. Send me an email if you want the details or just call. It’s all good.
Still working out some of the kinks in my mobog which is just finding the time to read Flickr’s FAQ. So yeah, if you see the smaller photo (and the mms line) that would mean I’m on the fly. Oooh. Moboggin’.