I’ve been raking the front yard. Somehow this blister managed to both form and pop before I even knew it was there.

I just had a quick talk about this with my beautiful, brilliant wife and thought it was worth typing out.

We live in New England.  It seems like every year when the weather starts turning cold the local news weather departments hype up the first potentially big storm to such a degree that everyone within viewing range panics.  Then that horrifying storm hits and its just an ordinary storm and it was nothing to get excited about.  This has happened at least once a year for the five years my lovely bride and I have been together.  Even Hurricane Irene was a bust for most of Massachusetts, although it caused quite a havoc to our North and West.

Now we are neck deep in another autum and the weather is about to start getting cold and nasty and sure enough, right on cue, we have a storm coming that the local meteorological folks are freaking out over and hyping up to the panic point.

So how should we respond?  A very large part of my brain is telling me that this is all crap and nothing to get worked up about.  Every year we go through this bullshit and every year we get ticked off when nothing happens. This is no different.  Don’t worry about it.

But there is this other part of me that thinks of The Boy Who Cried Wolf.  The law of averages predicts that eventually the weather clowns are going to get one right.  Maybe we should tape up the windows and batten the hatches and prepare for the worst.  Maybe this time there actually is a wolf out there.

How do we know?

The goal for today is to see the grass.

I had a buddy hanging out with me as I pumped gas yesterday. I’m pretty sure the iPhone 4 would not have gotten a pic this close up.

I’m not even out of the friggin parking lot yet.

Quick Wall Street Journal Rush interview.  It’s not playing at work so I am just saving it for later.

Am I going to have to make another one of these goofy things?

Hurricane Sandy is on the way.  I’m trying to make up some sort of goofy joke based on the name, but how many Sandy’s can you think of?

Sandy from Greese.

Sandy Denny from Fairport Convention?  Is this storm my punishment for going all Brit Folkie over the last few months?

Sandy Duncan, maybe?

Do we know for sure that Sandy is meant to be a woman’s name in this case?  Could it be Sandy Koufax?

Regardless of who the joke ends up referring too, I hope this one spares us the way the last one did.  Granted, it slammed the crap out of other parts of New England, but let’s hope the whole region gets at most the same treatment Irene gave Massachusetts. 

Hurricanes blow.

I just finished season 2 via Netflix. I watched season 1 on Netflix last year, just before season 2 started airing.

I set my DVR to record season 2, but I can’t watch it when the kids are home as we have a nightmare prone little boy and I fear that watching it at night after his bed time with the volume so low I can barely hear it would not be enough. I don’t want to watch it on the tele when the kids aren’t at our house either because I know my darling wife doesn’t want to hear it.

So I waited for Netflix. And waited. And waited.

I don’t think I can wait this time. I’ve turned to iTunes. I downloaded the first two episodes today. I’ll watch them on the iPad with headphones on after everyone else is asleep, even though the scary is much, much scarier that way.

Bring it on!

Halloween decorations at the 99. Can you see the missus? I do so love her. With all that I am, I love her.