I'm not hot shit in a wineglass, more curried goat in a paper cup

This morning when I left home I thought, "This is THAT kind of snow. Heavy, wet. If the temperature fluctuates at all it's going to be melting and refreezing and there'll be black ice everywhere. And why do Mainers not have 20 words for snow so that I could say all that in one word?" Looking out the windows at work it looked just like we were inside a snowglobe, coming down so thick, big flakes, blowing around. When I got out of work I had about nine inches on the roof of my car. It was coming down so fast that I got halfway done cleaning and went, "Why did I not do the driver's side window?" I HAD done the driver's side window. This is heart attack snow - people stress too hard trying to lift too much of it at a time, it's so heavy. Which reminds me; I should shovel the deck before it hardens up. Every place I stepped, wading in to the door, is probably already solid.

My car is safely in the garage so I'll just have to leave a little early in the morning to walk over there, but thank goodness I won't be cleaning it off, again. :)

So, of walking, probably only a quarter mile, but maybe I can call 'weight lifting' part of my workout for tonight if I go shovel. ;)

Soooo.... my last minute, last ditch attempt to do a Not Me post really failed completely. I should just have quietly gone off to bed and pretended as if I'd completely forgotten and had been too busy instead of admitting to the world that in fact I had absolutely no inspiration, yesterday. In the morning I had tried to think about the hyper dimensional mouse idea, or the other thought I'd had of blogging as my work badge (yeah, lame) Oh well. Looking down my flist page it doesn't seem a lot of other people found inspiration yesterday, either, though innocentsmith did quite well.

Lilacs are coming into bloom! I think this is a little early, but quite possibly it's within normal parameters, I'm not sure.

Cherry blossoms are falling.

This morning, digging out my car* with a sliver of moon overhead, I felt pretty good about myself. This whole winter weather thing can be exhausting and trying, but sometimes it offers chances for one to feel good about just surviving and getting to work at all.

And then I came home, made breakfast, read some of the stories I've been ignoring for a few days, and was slothful.

*This sort of thing is a bonding experience. I don't particularly like this car, but when I put in quite a bit of work to get it out while it's holds up it's part of the deal by providing a warm place for me to defrost my fingers I can't help but feel a bit kindly toward it.

Thankfully, after a very spammy start, that study group I joined a few days ago seems to have calmed down a bit just this morning.

Ugh, it's so hot. :(

Actually do have that dr's appt today.  :P  Yeah, I know I have to do it, I'm glad my dr scheduled it, but getting my girly bits inspected is never fun.  No, it really just isn't, I just can't seem to develop a kink that way. 

I'm working on the tea and food thing.  Yesterday I thought I would grab breakfast on my way to work (as a reward for writing that reference thing I had to get myself to do) and found that the place I would usually get it still only has partial power since the storm at the beginning of the week, and no hot foods.  And the place across the road, where they probably actually cook the stuff I buy, is shut down completely.  So I grabbed a packet of nuts.  It wasn't nearly as satisfying as breakfast pizza.  But, after taking my nice, hot bath, and doing my stretching, now I don't really have time to cook, so I guess I'm eating leftovers for breakfast.  That sucks because it bites into our supply of leftovers.

That storm was really pretty damaging, I guess - we're actually qualifying for some disaster relief in some areas of the state.  It wasn't bad for us in town, but lots of my and Eor's co-workers still don't have power in their homes.  I need to write the story about the train - I didn't actually come close to being hit, but it gave me a scare when I looked up (and up and up) and it was right there.  Just remember, kids, if the traffic lights are out, ALWAYS check before you drive across railroad tracks. 

The weather has finally broken, we have only little wispy clouds!  You know the type, mare's tails, which tell you that more weather is coming.  But hey, I hadn't expected to see any sun until the weekend, so that's okay. :)  And usually a little sun goes a long way with me.  I get tired of it quick.  I just wanted a little, you know, because it had been so long and so cold.  Someone said the other day that it's not global warming or a new ice-age, it's just that we've been a month behind all winter, and we still are.

Now I think I should go read something, it makes eating faster if I'm not trying to type.  And I have to leave like momentarily.

More friggin snow??  Enough already! 

Also, I just dropped my last bite of sausage on the floor. *pout* 

I think I'll take my book and go join Eor on the bed.  I'm reading Philip Pullman!  In the past couple of days I've devoured "The Golden Compass" and got most of the way through "The Subtle Knife" and (co-worker) Buck Nekkid says he's got "The Amber Spyglass" which he'll bring in for me.  I can't believe everyone else I work with has already read these and I never really encountered them.

Oh, a whole friggin lot.  "beep beep!" *chortles* 

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I got the groceries loaded into the car and got the car started out of the parking lot before I noticed my nose going numb.  So now we're going to walk down to the pub for a drink.  It's only two blocks - wish us luck. :)

It's 14F (-10C).  I was going to walk down to the library this morning, but... hm.  I'll have the car tomorrow. 

What a wuss I have become, letting the cold and wet hair keep me from going out.  Well, not from going out, because I still have to go at least as far as the bus stop.  I may possibly walk to work. 

I was going to phone the library yesterday afternoon to see if they had "Arundel" (Kenneth Roberts) or if they would have to get it for me, but for some reason the phone number of the major branch of Portland Public Library (Monument Square, the branch I usually go to) is not in the phone book. 

. . .

Wow.  I just spent fifteen minutes on the phone with PPL, both Monument Square and Riverton, and they both say there's not a copy of "Arundel" left in their system, right now.  That's at least six copies.  I wonder if it's just our little reading group causing this drain, or if it's assigned to some high school class? 

I didn't know that a library can't request interlibrary loan if they own a copy of a book.  That seems kind of silly.

Oh well, you know what this mean?  BOOKSTORE HOPPING!!! :)