derien: It's a cup of tea and a white mouse.  The mouse is offering to buy Arthur's brain and replace it with a simple computer. (Default)
( Feb. 14th, 2007 08:55 am)


It's a shame Elmer could never accept his feelings for Bugs.  And Bugs kept toying with his affections, that wascally wabbit.
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derien: It's a cup of tea and a white mouse.  The mouse is offering to buy Arthur's brain and replace it with a simple computer. (Default)
( Feb. 14th, 2007 10:06 am)
Eor is home and we slept in a little, but had to get up to shovel out the van and get it out of the lot before the plow came.  So I've shoveled snow and gone for a walk with my downstairs neighbor (we hadn't seen each other in a while, so we hiked around in the falling snow with cups of coffee and did some catching up talk), and had my shower and my breakfast and now I have tea.  It feels like a full day, already.  Unfortunate that I have to go to work, but we're considered 'emergency personnel.'  Stupid, that - it's not like anyone's going anywhere on a plane, today.  I suspect we're all going to be standing around looking at each other. 

But for now, Russian caravan tea with canned milk and honey is yum, and I still have probably another 45 minutes to enjoy it. :9 
I'm so glad I left work early.  I left at 4:20PM and didn't get home until 5:10PM or something like that.  I couldn't get up our street, the end was plowed in, so I parked up in the rich neighborhood where the snowplows just go round and round the same streets.  Came home, warmed up (my shoes had gotten full of snow) and dressed more warmly, and then we set off again to get the van and the car down to a parking garage for the night.  You don't need the blow by blow, but it was a struggle, and then a longish walk back from the parking garage - I'm sure you remember this sort of story from every major snowstorm chronicled in this journal. 

I was thinking that in a perfect world I could just leave my car in the barn and wait until it stopped snowing before having to shovel the drive, and not have to go to work until I got it shoveled out.  Eor's response to my complaint was, "What world was that?  Even if you lived in the wilderness you'd still have to shovel your way to the woodpile and uncover the lambing pens."

Now I really should be clearing off my desk or doing something useful.  All I've done since getting back home (probably two hours ago) has been have a cup of hot chocolate and read a couple of stories.  I'm beat.  And we have to get up at 5AM tomorrow to get the vehicles back out of hock, so I should be planning on getting to bed in like 40 minutes.  Rice needs to be made for lunches tomorrow.  *yawns prodigiously*  Happy Valentine's Day, indeed. 

At least the tree out front hasn't fallen down.  The snow isn't sticking much, it's too cold, so it's not getting weighed down, but I hold out little hope for it's continued survival until spring.  I may not have mentioned it, but at the beginning of the cold snap it developed several large cracks - I guess its sap had not had a chance to withdraw, and it had frozen.  The tree seems almost to be breaking into three pieces, and I'm thinking I should call the City and ask them to send someone to take a look and decide whether it should just be taken down before it falls and crushes someone's car or the front of the house across the street.  I'm very sad about this, I adore that tree. :(
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