Well, it’s pretty cold, I can tell you that. And the snow? Every-frickin’-where.
Like Michael Moore sunning himself, I imagine: an undulating expanse of white spread as far as the eye can see. Only, you know—without any nacho cheese dribbles punctuating the nipples or caught in the drift troughs.
Developing…
“Look, daddy, a snowman!”
“It’s more a snow-boy than a snow-man, son.”
That was moving. *sniff*
For what it’s worth, I dug out of drifts that were up to 6’. And my next door neighbor is stranded in Arizona, so I dug her out, as well.
It was actually kinda cool this morning: everyone was out digging (I had done 3 prior digs in order to keep things manageable), and dogs and kids and parents wandered the neighborhood on snow shoes.
It was like a Rockwell moment, truly. I love where I live.
Ahhhhh………God I miss Colorado.
Jeff, the visual of Michael Moore showing any part of his pasty white anatomy has me trying to forcibly remove my frontal lobes through my eye sockets with a rusty spork.
Thanks.
I’m originally from Loveland, Co… stay warm and be careful on the roads, brother.
It’s cold here right now, too. Why, in a couple of hours, I might have to close a window or something… it could get as low a 60 degress tonight!
Were there pimples? And boils? Because if there weren’t the Michael Moore thing is probably off base.
“degree46” Yeah, you wish. I was in Buffalo in ‘77. Get over it.
Can we get photos?
Thanks a lot Jeff. Ewwwwwwwww! And then, just as I’m holding back the impending yack, you get all Americana on me.
I laughed! I cried! It must be that time of the month…you know, the first day of winter.
I did a little digging but with 2 1/2 feet still in the street, the sedans are not going anywhere.
It’s 50 degrees and drizzling here. We often getl aughed at for not having a lot of experience in driving in snowy conditions. We get our revenge in the summer, though, when the thermometer edges up over 75, and our northern friends all go “GOD! It is always this hot down here?” No, if you can still breathe, it’s not hot.
For what it’s worth, I dug out of drifts that were up to 6’. And my next door neighbor is stranded in Arizona, so I dug her out, as well.
How the fuck did you get to Arizona? I couldn’t even get out of the parking lot.
I took a trip to my brothers home in The Washington State Deadzone last Friday. We thought people were managing fairly well. My brother was flipping through news channels trying to get an idea when electricity would be restored. When he hit NPR we were admonished to get to a shelter and await the arrival of the National Guard. We laughed so hard he almost didn’t notice a tree resting on a power line and blocking our lane.
Myself57 thinks George Bush doesn’t care about blacked out people.
Dig, man, there goes Mack the Knife!
Dear God, please don’t say “undulating” and “Michael Moore” in the same sentence.
Huh! You call that a blizzard? When I was a kid . . .
I took my snowblower to the mechanic two weeks ago, and I haven’t heard from him since. I’m hoping it’s not terminal, because I really can’t afford a new one. Luckily, thus far, we’ve only had a slight dusting,
Shorter version:
Five miles! Uphill! BOTH WAYS!
I almost had to wear a light windbreaker this morning over my short sleeved shirt, to keep comfy walking from the truck into the office. But then I said heck, I think I can make it without the windbreaker. And I did.
These Texas winters are killing me.
Call me back next August, when it gets 109F again and everyone wants to kill each other just to end the heat rash epidemic.
Every year I email my former coworkers, who are now headquartered outside Boston, on the first day the thermometer hits 80F here in Austin. In 2006 it was Jan01.
Shovel, monkey-boy, shovel!
I remember winter in San Francisco twenty years ago: it was about 50 degrees and rained for two weeks straight. Then, it was over. That was it.
The funny thing about it was that people started going crazy after about four days–stabbing each other with beer bottles and shit. They couldn’t take being indoors that long.
Or hair, right? Not a lot of hair on the ground in old CO?
60 and rainy outside o’ Louisville. Tomorrow’s my birthday, and I might go spend the day watching the simulcast at Churchill Downs, drinking and hoping our new babysitter knows how to change a diaper.
Hmmm.
@ Jeff
Remember. All things in moderation, even snow-shovelling.
So take breaks and keep some brandy handy.
I remember winter in Florida… The last one was back in ‘89, I think. Man, it got cold that week.
The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco….
I agree with Twain. Everytime I’ve been there I’ve been freezing. I swear I’ll never go back and then….after the memory dims over the years I make a return visit.
Extreme left wing and have to wear an overcoat in the summer….reminds me a lot of London.
Back in ‘79 I was able to climb out my second story window onto a snow bank.
Of course, I didn’t really think about what would happen if I had sunk into it.
Obviously I was much lighter then.
TW: merely26
But not THAT light…
Jeff’s home-ownership timing is impeccable. But at least he bought that shovel in time!