February 4, 2011 Comments Off on best laid plans
So we’re discussing the weekend yesterday. Snow Sunday, I said, so why don’t we head up north after school Friday, stay the night in Minneapolis, and hit the Mall for legos, running stuff, etc., on Saturday?
“Great,” they both say, eyeing their Lego gift certificates and the promise of additional, playroom-cleaning allowance money.
So we’re set, right? Except…
“Oh, Dad,” the girl says, “I totally forgot. The middle school party is Friday! I told everyone I’d be there.”
“Well that’s fine, O, we’ll just work around it. What time is the party?”
I actually asked if that was A.M. or P.M. It is, I should mention, a three hour drive to Minneapolis. So now I’m looking at Sunday’s weather and wondering if the Subaru is up for it.
I am told that 24 hour notice for middle school events is pretty standard around these parts…
February 1, 2011 Comments Off on odds and ends
5:45 date with the snowblower this morning. I had every intention of quietly shoveling the 2″ we got last night, but hearing the symphony of light machinery in the neighborhood I figured I’d add to the chorus. That’s the Snow-&*$%er 3000 there to the left. Extra-long snout to prevent snow buildup on Dad. It worked, mostly. Despite what you hear on NPR, we’re supposed to survive the next 24 hours, actually–probably another 4-6″, which the extra-wide augur ought to handle like butter.
Great googly moogly…we finished the pudding. Or, rather, the kids did. The dessert rule is that Dad gets one of whatever it is–peanut butter cookie, bowl of pudding, whatevs, and then the rest is for the kids. Have to say, it doesn’t photograph well even when it’s gone, does it?
Full recovery by the O from the flu. And despite a new sniffle over the weekend, C seems to have recovered as well, though he was almost convinced he was coming down with a new flu after talking with K this weekend. Fingers crossed, if the snow clears out and everyone’s healthy, maybe we’ll try Minneapolis this weekend instead.
January 10, 2011 Comments Off on IMPENDING SNOWPOCALYPSE!
Watch this space. Snowblower activation likely.
In other news, leftover blueberries for cereal this morning.
Update: Um, about two inches so far. Tough sledding on the roads, four more inches tonight. Snowblower will see action in the morning, but not until…
January 7, 2011 Comments Off on snow
Just an inch and a half or so, enough to get your attention but not much more. The kids assessed it quickly and were unimpressed. They’ve been around the block enough to know that this doesn’t come CLOSE to calling off school. C had to be early for band practice today, and this seemed like more of an inconvenience to him. “Now I have to pack my snow pants. Now we’re going to be late.” Trust me, kiddo, I’ve left an extra 75 seconds for you to get your snow gear together. Relax. (Not something C does easily. Or, really, at all).
K hates snowy weekdays, and I can see why. There are enough variables in the daily routine to make it a split second time management issue in the mornings and afternoons. A couple of inches of fluffy white stuff only adds uncertainty and minutes. C wasn’t late this morning, but it was a slower slog even in the Subaru.
Even though I’m the designated snowplow driver when I’m home (and K will tell you that whenever the big one hits, I’m usually at a conference somewhere in Europe), I’ve always kind of liked a nice Iowa snow dump. It’s pretty, at least in the early morning before traffic turns it to grey slush. C walked out this morning and his mood brightened. “Wow,” he said. “Charlie Brown snow.” Meaning big puffy flakes like in the Christmas special. It hides the hideous red color of our roof, too (getting replaced, but not until at least next year).
Maybe more to the point, though, snow always means a good round of man vs. nature. I think it might be the recessive crusty New England yankee mindset, but there is nothing quite so satisfying as facing down a bit of weather with horsepower and saying, basically, ‘bring it on.’ This wasn’t nearly enough to bring out the 8hp Snow&#*@er 3000. It was a cardio day for me at the gym, so I figured my shoulders could use the exercise, and I just shoveled the driveway. But knowing that machine is in the garage and hungry for snowchow is deeply comforting.
And piloting the Subaru through city streets while other, weaker cars are bouncing around is also satisfying. And you know what’s best? It handles just like an F1 race car. Real live oversteer and understeer. I’ve always felt a little held back by traction control. I miss doing fishtails in my parents’ ’76 Honda Civic (kidding, of course, Mom). So it’s kind of nice to feel the back end come out on you as you’re going around a corner and to snap it back in line.
Leftover hamburger on ciabatta (or, as O&C now call it, “chewbacca bread). Filthy good. Sledding later, maybe.