Yup. It’s most definitely not snowing on April 16th. It is most definitely an optical illusion.
Nope. It’s not snowing on April 16th. It is totally an optical illusion.
The temperature today hit 72 degrees Fahrenheit. It’s like… spring.
Of course the downside is when I took out the trash, stepped on the lawn, and sank into the swamp like mud field.
It’ll be so worth it once the effin’ snow is gone.
I’m exhausted, my eyes are so tired that they are making my head hurt. First thing I do once this Covid shit is over is get new glasses. Second is get my Les Paul fixed up like new. Okay, maybe not second.
I don’t have anything really important to add to the universal discussion today. Just working the day through. I’m on lunch right now, in the last few minutes of my break, and I just wanted to state to the public that I am sick and tired of snow.
It’s March 8th. Spring is less than two weeks away. The entire ground is still covered with snow. I’m tired of it. I want to see grass again, even if it’s dead grass. I’m done with snow. I want it gone. Screw you snow. Screw you winter. It’s our second Covid-19 March and if we have to suffer through more lock down then I want my freakin’ Springtime and I want it right freakin’ now.
Thank you. I patiently await the Universe’s response.
The driveway has been shoveled.
The walkway around the side of the house has been shoveled.
The fire hydrant has been shoveled.
The street has been shoveled.
(pause for dramatic effect)
You read that correctly. This is not a complaint, just a comment. The plows did a very good job on most of my street. Unfortunately there was a five or six foot stretch of unplowed road between the end of my driveway and the snow bank.
Some winters they do an extra good job widening the road. Some winters they don’t. This is one where they don’t. Again, not complaining. Just observing. I am very thankful for the work they do. If I need to drive somewhere today, I will be able to. That’s what matters.
I effing hate winter though. I just freakin’ loathe it.
I now have 61 minutes until I need to punch in to work. I think I’ll shower for about 57 of them. Wish me luck!
We’re getting a minor snow storm today. Forecast is 1-4 inches of heavy, wet snow and as of now the forecast looks correct.
In the year of Covid, it has been a long time since I had to prove my New England Metal by driving in a snow storm. There haven’t been many this season, but with full time telecommuting I haven’t had to drive in any of them. A small part of me has been worried that I might lose my New England membership if I didn’t get out in at least one snow storm and prove I still have what it takes to drive like a maniac* in the worst possible conditions.
Proof has been provided. I drove in the snow today. In the immortal words of Bilbo Baggins, there and back again. Like a New Englander in Wintertime Boss.
*I did not drive like a maniac. Other people did, but not me. I drove like a smart person. Just so ya know.
Wanna know what the worst thing in New England is?
Having to get up before sunrise to shovel.
There wasn’t a lot today, just a couple of inches of very light and fluffy snow. I didn’t clean off the cars, but I did do all the shoveling and it only took half an hour or so. A successful morning, apart from the back pain, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t suck ass.
Our cat is traumatized. Our new robot pet (DJ*) Roomba kicked off at 3:00 AM again. It woke me up but didn’t keep me up, which is nice, but the cat…. oh the cat doesn’t like (DJ) Roomba at all. We’re not sure why but it kicks off a second time around 5:00 AM and as soon as it woke up Patches dashed into our room and hid under our new bed. The upside is that there is a lot more room for cats to hide under the new bed than there was under the old bed. So Ms Patches has that going for her.
*For those who aren’t in the know…
Backstory: I was reading through some old blog posts the other day, playing This Day in History, and I found one where I had my step son Harry help me shovel the driveway. I made a big deal out of telling him to jump into the shower as soon as he got back inside because it would be the best shower ever. He did, and he agreed with me. Best. Shower. Ever.
Current story: We got a shit load of snow last night and it’s still coming down. I’m guessing there is at least a foot of snow, and the snow bank at the end of the driveway is probably more than double that. I went out this morning to shovel a path from the house to the street for the mailman or any potential delivery folks who might not be getting shut down for the weather. When I finished I came back inside and jumped right into the shower and….
It didn’t work. The magic is gone. I felt just as sore and awful after the shower as I did before. I’m so sad. Maybe it’s because I didn’t do the full driveway, so I didn’t qualify. Maybe it’s because I’m just too old for this shit and it takes more than a roaring hot shower to set me right again. Crud. I am sad. Sad enough that we just booked someone to come and shovel the rest of the snow later tonight. I am fail.
We didn’t get a lot of snow yesterday. It fell all day and started sticking as soon as it started, but all combined there wasn’t very much.
Unfortunately, it rained buckets before the snow, and then it rained again after the snow. The result of that is heavy, frozen solid, blocks of ice. I just finished shoveling and it was no fun at all. We’re good to go as far as walking from the house to the street goes. Obviously, thanks to Covid-19, we aren’t driving anywhere, or going anywhere, or anything.
Snow: I’m not a fan.
If there’s one sure fire way to ruin your Saturday plans in December it’s to have some snow drop on you.
Three guesses as to what it’s doing outside at this very moment… Go on, guess. I’ll wait.
You’re right, it’s snowing.