Please allow me to interject my feelings about Mother Nature

Attaway, Fap Fap. ... You or the dog?

 

I read an interview with a long time meteorologist and he said a trick of the trade is to boost the probability of rain or snow because people get pissed off if it rains and the weather report didn't predict it. With all the available data, I don't think they could get away it today.

 

Freezing rain overnight, then snow and 25 degrees in Microville. There are no tire tracks at all on my cul-de-sac, and I have not heard a car on the feeder street on the back of the house all morning. Mrs. Micfo is going to take the pooch out for a walk, I'm staying indoors.

 

I like snow, just not enough that I have to spend more than half an hour shoveling (which is an art form).

 

Still pleasant here — 53 degrees and sunny. Our conditions aren't supposed to deteriorate until Sunday night into Monday, but after that it might get dicey. We're going to be along the line for freezing rain and sleet vs. snow on Monday, followed by two days below freezing. That means iced-over roads and bad or no travel. We had an ice storm a few years ago where it stayed below freezing for about five days and it was a nightmare. People were basically trapped on the interstate because of ice, trucks stuck on hills, and various wrecks.

 

Nobody knows anything about precipitation yet. Could be nothing or could be a quarter inch of ice.

 

I suppose I should start paying attention to the weather and my Pop Tarts supply.

 

Ice sucks.
I think I told this before, but several years ago, I was driving along one morning heading to my future wife's. These big fat rain drops started hitting my windshield and sticking. I went from "What the heck" to "Oh crap" in about five seconds. I pulled into someone's driveway, and 30 seconds later, the entire road was ice. I sat there at least two hours watching the show. The suckiest part was I was only a mile from her house, and I had stopped for gas along the way. If not for that, I would have been where I was going.

 

I am a seasoned professional at shoveling.
Snow.
Shit.
You name it.

 

chef, I have remarked this more than once, but I believe if I shoveled every day for a winter season, I'd have a six-pack at the end of it. Not the liquid one. It is a hell of a fuckin workout. I sleep like a baby after shoveling.

 

Back in the Jan 1996 mid Atlantic back to back storms, I shoveled and wound up in the hospital for five days.

Appendectomy.

Best part was the hospital was so full, they put me in the former psych ward.

 

I have also had that.
I would liken that agony to childbirth (had I the experience of the latter)
One minute I'm being wheeled into surgery and talking about Star Wars while heavily sedated, the next I am being cared for by a Black nurse I was entirely cnvinced was my own mother.