Saturday, December 29, 2001

Stupid White Stuff

Again.... grrr... snow.

And aching back, shoulders, etc., from using the snowblower, then the snowshovel, and today using the roof rake-thingy to get the snow off the roof. Tired and achy are the feelings of the moment. Plus I broke the shovel. That white stuff gets heavy!

Isn't Spring just around the corner? Give me a thunderstorm with hail and 99% chance of tornadoes. That'd make me happy.

Unlike snow. And the holidays.

Saturday, December 22, 2001

Succumbing to it

"Do you hear that, Mr. Anderson? It's the sound of... inevitability."

And sure enough, our good weather is coming to and end for the rest of the year it sounds like. There's a Winter Storm Watch out for us through Christmas Eve. YUCK!

Maybe - if we can believe Peter Chan - up to a foot of the white crap in certain areas. And we ain't talking cocaine. This is the cold, frozen water molecules that the insane people love to call snow. And goodbye to the warmth - after Sunday, it's possible that there won't be any high temperatures above 20°! Aughh! Someone take me away from here!

I realize some people like that stuff – I don’t. I hate having to bundle up to go outside. I just want to walk out in shirtsleeves and shorts. I guess I had better go out now while it’s still above 40° outside.

Good thing I don’t have to work on Monday. Traveling will be horrific. People aren’t used to the snow, and will drive like idiots.

Talking about this makes me sooo depressed. I can’t wait for May. But it’s so far off… Can’t anyone help?????

Saturday, December 15, 2001

Bored Now

Talked about being bored and not any energy to do anything. That was last night.

No one around (as usual), nothing on television. I was too lazy to throw a movie in the DVD player. I didn't feel like doing anything on the computer. I didn't feel like sorting photographs. I didn't want to call anyone (why should I be the one calling? If people want to talk to me, they can call here).

So I shut everything off and went to bed before 10:00 pm. How pathetic is that?