Tag: IA

The Twitter tag has become #IowaDeathStorm09 although there is a local tag #suxweather.

I frankly didn’t care last night because I notified my customers I was goofed up and my now-favorite band Furthur was playing in New York and it was possible to listen to them (I love the Future).

This morning I cared a little bit since we were technically trapped in here. That’s one of those things you’re supposed to avoid, like when your clean underwear bursts into flame in the middle of an accident. So I made the mental commitment to shovel.

It isn’t like we didn’t call somebody first. The radio mentioned the name of some guys but they hang up when you call them. I mentioned that about them via a Google review, heh heh. I love the Future. There just is no such thing as a kid (or even a big kid) from the neighborhood with a shovel.

So, I think: since I happen to detest this stuff so much, I have to make it a game I like. Not so hard, I have to first get out the door to do any shoveling at all, which is sort of like the video games I remember. It doesn’t take long after accomplishing that for me to realize the next objective will be to shovel a path to the car where my Iowa Hawkeyes stocking cap and Gortex gloves are (those gloves are one of the best things I ever bought; I used them for years for winter cycling and have had them around ever since).

That next objective took a while. I really shouldn’t be shoveling at all, but I don’t want to talk about that part. I made it to the car, got the gloves and the cap and NOW I can stand the cold. Naturally, that’s when the sun starts fighting its way out, and I don’t need the hat so much maybe but it’s nice to have the gloves-I make a living with my fingers you know.

I’m not one of those “isn’t it beautiful?” guys. I hate the snow. I don’t know why I live here. But I have my hat and gloves on, maybe I should go around to the lake side of the house and snap a picture of the lumpy snow on the lake-it usually lies much flatter than that.

There are a couple of missing elements in that photo: the lumps on the lake and the nine-million-mile-per-hour wind. Whatever happens to be wrong, unpleasant or unsatisfactory in your life pales in comparison to standing in that invisible wind.

So I came inside and tried to catch what I wanted through the window:

Well, it isn’t so peaceful in my opinion, but I’m also not that threatened. The sun is STILL trying to come out, the wind is getting a little quieter….probably if I take a nap it’ll be like nothing ever happened…..