So we had a big blizzard a couple days ago. It was the biggest snow storm we’ve had around in here in at least a couple of years. I’m sure you’ve heard plenty about it already so here’s some more … But I do have some photos to share. And I posted a question to my Facebook friends to inquire about why the storm was named “Nemo”. I could Google it, but I’m just too lazy to go ahead and do that. Hopefully by the time I finish this post some Facebook buddies will supply the answer.
We now have a”fleet” (OK, the smallest possible fleet- two) of snow throwers, both made-in-the-USA Ariens machines. Good to know the USA can still make such good stuff. The guy at the shop assured me that this model would blow snow “like a motherfucker”. SOLD! The older one is a few inches smaller and since it’s been very well maintained by that same great little nearby shop, it’s still in great shape. So it’s my wife’s snow blower. I’m tempted to call it “the girly snow blower” but haven’t dared to yet. Yesterday we were both out there.
Folks to the south of us fared far worse, getting a full yard or more of the stuff. And it was heavy. OK, so my good old Facebook friends have provided the data. Apparently the TV network that makes a living talking about the weather, yes, The Weather Channel, have decided that winter storms should be named, just like hurricanes. Why the hell not?
In non-weather related news, our granddaughter, who we usually call “Peanut” (as we called her mother before her), had us all in stitches a few weeks back. We were over at her house for dinner, along with her other grandparents. She came around to each of us individually and made this devilish little face, a sort of “evil eye”, then chuckled with great pride at her new comedy routine. It was hilarious!
Not much else to report here. Work is busy as ever, though we did have a “snow day” last Friday. It was a good call, and a difficult one, since there was not much happening in the way of precipitation early Friday morning when the decision had to be made. The snow didn’t really get that serious until late afternoon and into the evening. Snow days are a different beast at a school where most of the students are residents. Even if classes are cancelled, the residents still need to be fed and the parking lots and walkways have to be cleared. I used my “day off” to work remotely and catch up on a bunch of things that need uninterrupted attention, which is nearly impossible during the average workday.
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