Don't eat the yellow snow
06/12/09 08:19
We got our first snowfall of the season here on the coast last night. It was expected and the forecast and eventual snowfall dovetailed nicely. We got 2-3 inches of the fluffy stuff late in the day. We had all the time we needed to make the appropriate preparations in advance of the "storm". I tucked the bicycles and the lawn mower away in the shed and placed a large tarp over the top of the woodpile. I'll have to look at the forecast to make sure we're not expecting more so I can either remove the snow or let it go its merry way during the upcoming week. I went to the store yesterday as I do every weekend to pick up groceries and the like and the mood was festive but the pace was unusually frenetic. I fear that memories of last winter have not strayed far and that is to be expected. Losing one's electricity for the better part of a week can have a lasting effect and it is not something that anyone wants to repeat anytime soon. We are not, nor do we expect to be, owners of a spanking new generator anytime soon. We'll take our chances.
Not sure why but Evan got up this morning and made a B-line for the woods across the street. He apparently had an urge to take a pee out-of-doors and that is what he did. Once he returned, I assuaged what little guilt he might have had by telling him that taking a leak outdoors has its own rewards and some even say that it is one of one of life's unspoken pleasures. I went on to say that as long as he stayed out of sight when dropping his drawers that he would more than likely stay clear of the local constabulary and that would be a good thing. It is true that a moonlit night offers the best opportunity because you can see where you're going and you are almost guaranteed not to pee on your own shoes in the process. Daylight can be fraught with dangers so you have to pick your spots carefully. Better to be safe than sorry.
I'll need to get my arse on the treadmill here pretty quickly if I want to get my day underway. Not sure what I'll do for amusement once I'm up and going and I may, god forbid, have to settle for George Stephanopolous and his talking heads program. I love to listen to talk radio where politics is being discussed regardless of point of view. What I've never understood are those talking head types the likes of Letterman, Leno, etal. They are nothing but a bunch of empty suits spewing pre-packaged punchlines. They no different, in fact, than many of the drive-time radio personalities that I try to avoid each morning when driving to work. All I have to do is hear the slightest cackle coming over the radio and I'm punching the dial for another station. The cackle is a clear indication that he or she is laughing at their own jokes and engaging in some sort of delusional derision that has little or no basis in reality. I'm just not sure what value they think they offer the general public. Maybe it is a reflection on the public at large. God forbid.
Not sure why but Evan got up this morning and made a B-line for the woods across the street. He apparently had an urge to take a pee out-of-doors and that is what he did. Once he returned, I assuaged what little guilt he might have had by telling him that taking a leak outdoors has its own rewards and some even say that it is one of one of life's unspoken pleasures. I went on to say that as long as he stayed out of sight when dropping his drawers that he would more than likely stay clear of the local constabulary and that would be a good thing. It is true that a moonlit night offers the best opportunity because you can see where you're going and you are almost guaranteed not to pee on your own shoes in the process. Daylight can be fraught with dangers so you have to pick your spots carefully. Better to be safe than sorry.
I'll need to get my arse on the treadmill here pretty quickly if I want to get my day underway. Not sure what I'll do for amusement once I'm up and going and I may, god forbid, have to settle for George Stephanopolous and his talking heads program. I love to listen to talk radio where politics is being discussed regardless of point of view. What I've never understood are those talking head types the likes of Letterman, Leno, etal. They are nothing but a bunch of empty suits spewing pre-packaged punchlines. They no different, in fact, than many of the drive-time radio personalities that I try to avoid each morning when driving to work. All I have to do is hear the slightest cackle coming over the radio and I'm punching the dial for another station. The cackle is a clear indication that he or she is laughing at their own jokes and engaging in some sort of delusional derision that has little or no basis in reality. I'm just not sure what value they think they offer the general public. Maybe it is a reflection on the public at large. God forbid.