As the titular head of the household I announced that I was heading out to clear the snow. Camera Girl goes through this act where she asks me if I want her to come out and help clear the snow. The absurdity of this offer always exasperates me but I always assure her that I’ll have her shoveling snow over my dead body which I believe is her idea.
So after blowing the snow off the driveway for a couple of hours I noticed that my feet were pretty numb which was surprising. It was in the mid-twenties when I went out and even though the wind was gale strength at times I assumed my face would have been more effected than my feet. When I finshed the upper driveway I decided I better get inside for awhile. Frostbite is a real thing around here. Camera Girl informed me that the temperature had dropped quickly after I went out and it was currently twelve degrees. And since the light would be gone in an hour I decided to call a halt to the snow work for the day. But when I looked out at the driveway (see above) it already had a couple of new inches of snow on it. This is the futility of living in New England. Just as nature abhors a vcuum, winter around here abhors cleared pavement. Tomorrow morning I’ll be out there again moving another four or five inches of the white death. But I comfort myself with the knowledge that there won’t be any ice during this round of precipitation. That is the saving grace when you reach February. At least I hope so.
The articles I saw today were concentrated on two subjects. The first group were all about how Dementia Joe getting to pick a diversity hire for Breyer’s seat on the Supreme Court would reboot his presidency and return him to FDR status. Hah!
The second group were progressives trying to talk themselves off of the ledge about COVID. They know that the COVID fascism has been the strongest reason for Dopey Joe’s fall from grace but they just can’t let go of the COVID security blanket. It’s become a mental crutch that they don’t know how to drop. There’s all this whining and breast beating about all the deaths and how it would be rewarding those evil anti-vaxers by living normally and treating COVID as just the common cold. It looks like they’re starting to crack. Even the COVID nazis in New England are noting that the ICU’s are far from full. In March when the flu season is over they’re going to throw in the towel and expose their lower faces to the rays of sunlight. Boy won’t that be something. I hope they still remember how to smile.
I know it’s “unbridled entusiasm” talking but it’s just amazing how encouraging it is for absolutely everything to be going wrong for the Marxists at the same time. And the most encouraging thing of all is the stability of Biden’s rock-bottom approval ratings. These psychopaths seem to have finally alienated even the marching morons of the squishy middle. And that’s something that might give us the chance to take back Washington for at least a few years. And that could allow us to make some changes that limit the amount of control the Left has over us.
Okay, I’ve bridled my enthusiasm. I’ve got some photo and quotation work to do now so I’ll end this here. Enjoy the rest of the weekend. Go Brandon!
Well it had to happen eventually. That it held off until my Thanksgiving hosting was over last night was a gift I should appreciate.
I’m a little under the weather. I blame the Omicron Variant. I should never have gone on that Zimbabwe Big Game Safari but who could resist the thrill of shooting and stuffing the last Black Rhino in the world? I will have him displayed in the smaller trophy room next to my Yeti and the Blue Whale that got stuck in my larger anchovy net.
Now that the first holiday food onslaught is done I will clear my thoughts for whatever new disasters Dementia Joe has planned for us this week. They’re bound to be impressive. With his colon cleared of all obstructions his mind will be razor sharp. December promises to be a gaffe-tastic extravaganza. My hope is for a cat fight between AOC and Pelosi on the floor of the House chamber. My money is on that old bag Nancy. I think she keeps a razor hidden in her fake eye. AOC’s just not ready yet.
So stay tuned. If I don’t succumb to the Bungle from the Jungle I’ll faithfully opine on the comedies of our times.
Tomorrow is the official first day of winter here in New England. I’ll start up the snow blower and dig out my shovel, close up the storm windows and turn on the heating system. I’ll put away the shorts and shortsleeve shirts and dig out the thermal underwear and mukluks. It was a good summer although there was a lot of rain. But now we have to get down to the serious part of life, surviving the horrors of winter. We’ll be cheered by some of the winter holidays like Labor Day and Halloween but we’ll be ever conscious of the threat we face from frostbite and cannibalism. Camera Girl made some veiled hints about there not being enough meat on my bones. I sleep with one eye open and my right hand trailing onto the floor where the axe handle is there if needed. Trust but verify.
Actually it’s been very pleasant the last couple of days. Low eighties, high seventies and sunny except it rains at night, which is fine by me. I’ve never seen the grass this green at the end of July. All in all, pretty remarkable. Camera Girl had a special plant of hers come up and bloom for the first time this year. She says it’s called a moon flower. It’s shaped like a giant white trumpet. Something like an enormous morning glory flower. Interestingly it blooms at night. I’ll put up some photos of it soon under a separate post. She was very excited about it and it was nice to see her so happy about it.
In related news some of the Elecampane seeds I planted may finally be sprouting. Not sure yet because the sprouts are too small to tell. I have more seeds and may put some more in dirt just in case but it’s encouraging to see something starting.
All kidding aside, today is the last day of July and that is a milestone around here. The kids start getting anxious about school and with this nonsense about masking again I can’t blame them. Maybe people will come to their senses and spare their own flesh and blood this nonsense.
Well, lots going on, more to come here. Stay tuned.
The Mid-Winter Blues have got me today. I should be celebrating the end of the Impeachment Farce and the beginning of better things but for some reason the prospect of another couple of months of this weather has sort of sunk into my soul. It won’t last but it does make me slightly sorrowful.
I finally started reading the latest Harry Dresden book (Battle Ground). I’m a few chapters in but I really haven’t gotten hooked. Something seems different about Harry’s voice. Jim Butcher took about six years off between his earlier books and these last two ( this one and the previous one Peace Talks) and it seems to me there’s been a change. Who knows, maybe I’ve changed. But we’ll see, maybe I’ll snap into it.
I finally got through the first chapter of Gulag Archipelago. It was ninety pages of purges that killed off sixty million people. Stalin truly was a monster. One of the footnotes had an historical idea I hadn’t heard before. There was a belief that Stalin may have been part of the Czarist secret police before the revolution. The records were burned by some of the Bolsheviks and it would explain Stalin’s expertise at pulverizing resistance. The next chapter is about interrogation. Just from the little I’ve already read it appears that torture was one of their areas of expertise. Oh well, onward.
I’ve been thinking more about what is the practical way to start making some headway against the Left. It seems to me that a coordination of consumer practices would be a way to leverage the numbers that our side has. And that could be both positive and negative coordination. Boycotts would definitely be an important tactic but also cutting deals with companies such that they would acknowledge the monetary advantage of working with us in exchange for the complete cessation of woke kowtowing. So if we give them a lot of business they stop virtue signaling to the Left and stop attacking normal culture. No boycotts of right-wing books and products. No transgender bathrooms. It seems astonishing that something like this hasn’t already happened. But our side is so lacking in leadership that I guess it shouldn’t be.
I saw a headline that Nikki Haley is attacking President Trump. Good. She’s clearly shown her true colors and anyone who tells me what a great presidential candidate she’d make is going to get laughed out of the room by me. Another snake. Boy there are so many.
I’ve been reading about a movement to have 2nd Amendment sanctuary counties and constitutional counties where the sheriff will refuse to allow anyone to be prosecuted for offenses that are protected under the constitution. That sounds like a step in the right direction. Although in blue states that will become very tricky. A governor has a lot more fire power than a sheriff.
Well, maybe when the Senate votes to acquit today or early next week I’ll snap out of my funk. But I really could use some good news. If anyone hears of anything splendiferous please pass it along. I could really use it.
And so actual winter in cursed New England begins for real.
They’re saying by the end we’ll have 8″ to 18.” Let’s say based on wind drifts that there is maybe eight inches on the ground right now. That’s an actual snowfall. Twenty five years ago the people up here were hardy and would just clear what they had to and go to work and school. Now they cower in place and wait for the weather gods to subside before venturing out in Kill Storm Methuselah or whatever silly name they make up for any kind of weather.
But we are unfazed here. I am enjoying the bracing air and rejoice in the knowledge that in this normal winter weather, the snow will be dry and relatively easy to throw. Hope everyone in the Northeast has a safe day, after all, the real challenge around here is the nuts driving around on the bad roads. Steer into the skid and aim for a really soft looking snow pile.
Sorry if things are a little slow this weekend with the posts, I’ve been enjoying the New England weather.
This weekend we have been blessed with an early December snow storm. And even though it’s not the first snow of the season this was the first legitimately annoying snow of the year. That’s because it was one of our trifecta storms. It starts with a typhoon of rain, then it shifts to sleet and ends with a good think layer of snow. When you get that combination it is delightfully heavy and certain to cause back ache, heart palpitations and exhaustion. And it requires two separate removal operations. Once the sleet ends and the snow begins in earnest you have to remove the slushy layer before it turns into a bottom layer of rock-like ice. So you spend several hours (depending on the size of your driveway and parking area) shoveling and slinging slush and that is the heaviest snow there is. And unfortunately snow blowers really don’t handle slush very well so this has to be done with the good old snow shovel.
Then you wait until the storm is over and remove the snow. But unfortunately there is always an ice layer at the bottom even after the initial slush removal step so this is never as easy as a dry snowstorm. It rained here on Friday through to Saturday morning. The sleet started early and the snow began at 10 am. I spent about three hours on Saturday slinging slush. The snow was over by Sunday morning and I got to work again and finished up by 2 pm today. Global warming, my foot.
So I’m behind on my writing but I haven’t heard about anymore snow coming anytime soon so I’ll catch up pretty quickly. Maybe the lousy weather is why New Englanders are such perverse creatures. They want to share their misery with everyone and being experts they do a thorough job.
Posting will be less frequent today and tomorrow for obvious reasons. Camera Girl and I will be visiting with the relatives and I will be eating entirely too much rich food. To all the readers (even you atheists and woke weirdos) I hope you have the brightest and best holiday with those you hold dear.
“when the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even.”