As forecast we got a couple inches of snow last night and after breakfast I set to work clearing the driveway. Since it was a small total I decided to forego the snowblower and just use the old snow shovel from last year. Well two and a half hours later it was done.
So much for that COVID from last week and as far as I know this makes myocarditis or endocarditis from the vaccines I took last year much less likely. After all a few hours of vigorous cardio-exercise should have induced heart failure if those conditions were present so, take that Fauci and company.
After my morning chore the rest of today was a day for relaxation and enjoyment. I watched the 1951 British version of “A Christmas Carol” with Alistair Sim and later the 1938 Hollywood version with Reginald Owen. They were very enheartening. And I had the Monday zoom call. The boys were in high spirits and we discussed Christmas menus and the coming gatherings. We also discussed Elon Musk’s recent releases of transcripts of the plots to shadow ban conservatives. They felt some good would come from these revelations. I was less hopeful. We all agreed that the Democrats would use every minute until the end of the congressional session spending every last penny they could before their loss of the House majority.
So the week begins well. Christmas approaches and the nonsense in Washington becomes less and less interesting to me. But of course I’ll follow the news just to see if they can shock an already jaded world. After all thermonuclear war is still a rabbit to be pulled out of their hat.
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.
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.