...Quite a different picture this morning, eh, my best beloved? The snow blew away during the night. The sky is so blue it's painful to look at. My front yard is clear, our driveway is clean, and the windchill factor is -20.
The back yard is a different story, though. And this isn't even my damn snow; this is snow from somewhere up around Cultus Lake.
The wind has been blowing steadily, gusting up to 40-50 mph. The ground is frozen hard as iron. The snow that fell as wet flakes has been transformed into diamond sand. Snow ghosts and whirlwinds and huge tall mares' tails all made of ice crystals are blowing past. I wish I could get a picture of what it looks like when the sun hits these brief formations and turns them into moving diamond rainbows; it is enough to break your heart for beauty.
Not quite beautiful enough to distract me from the fact that my hot water lines are frozen solid, and Opie is refusing to eat because he doesn't want to have to go outside. I can't take a shower, and my dog is emitting foul, green, chunky gasses that simply defy explanation. I mean, even worse than usual.
But while I sit here, unshowered, watching daytime television inside my chilly house with my farting dog, I can console myself by looking out my front window and seeing this:
At least I didn't have to hire heavy equipment to dig me out of my brand new house. Thats right. Enlarge this and check it out. I watched it all morning as it scooped snow only to have half of it blow out of the bucket when it turned to dump it.
I am trying SO HARD not to feel all smug about this.
I go away for a few days and you're in Canada. What gives?
ReplyDeleteAll new houses suck and are built by dumb people. That's my motto.
Now go do what we used to do in the old farmhouse: heat some water up on the stove and take a mini-bath. Also, use the rising doggy methane to heat the uninsulated bits. Improvise, Rangerette!
right on, 'Nator!
ReplyDeleteAnd don't attempt to suppress the laughter: rich people can afford to be mocked for their stupidity.
One thing I don't understand: why so bored? surely you and the Yummy Biker can find something to amuse yourselves. Havn't you ever heard of a blizzard baby boom? *winks*
We're not rich, but we have a new home. We couldn't afford one in Seattle (where I'm from) anymore, as housing market prices have orbited somewhere out of our universe. So we are out in the faux-country.
ReplyDeleteSorry about your pipes being frozen, that stinks. It took my brother in law nearly five hours to get home last night because of the snow. It usually takes him less than a half hour.
danator: i dont want to get this dogs ass near an open flame; hell, i could tuck him under my arm and use him to weld with. poor little bastard.
ReplyDeletethey just closed off the main street here because LOADED SEMI TRUCKS WERE BEING BLOWN OFF THE ROAD. and main street? 20 mph. walking speed. yeah.
cb: the man's at work, cb. some of us are not free to copulate in a big old grunty heap 24/7 with pirates. (my jealousy is only mitigated by the fact that the pirate does not ride a harley. maybe santa should bring him one. nothing sexier than a swabbie on 2 wheels!)
pam: oh no kidding, prices are trippin in seattle. stay home today! for heavens' sake you and yours! stay in! the freeways down there look like a disaster zone! people are abandoning their cars on the Mercer st. exit!!
Yeah,, it's very ugly down here. I had to go out though. In order to torture myself even more today, I had a dental appointment.
ReplyDeleteOw. Ow. Ow.
no, no harley. he's more of an Astin Martin man. :-D
ReplyDeletebut arent the dog farts helping to keep the house warm? you should really be thankful. it may be them that kept you from having to be dug out! aside from the stench it sounds so cosy. love the pics and your description
ReplyDeleteBrrrrrrrrrrrrr
ReplyDeleteThermal knickers and a vest.....thats my advise.
Lets all get naked and huddle, its a survival technic, really.
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