Al Gore is SUCH a Jerk
First, (and after the wettest November in history, apparently) two days of snow in a row (unheard of, as far as I’ve been here), and now a high, high, of 28. Sure, the kids get the day off school, but I still have to climb the hill to paint, and with the sun this low, most of the hill doesn’t get enough direct light to melt anything, so it’s cold, icy, and steep.
And as Peter walked home from downtown last night (the electric buses can’t get up the hill) a gas bus (that does go up the hill) passed him, with chains on.
November 29th, 2006 at 12:09 am
And it’s only November? You’ll have to get some mountain climbing ice boots. Have you seen Touching the Void? Highly recommended, especially for those cold, dark winter nights.
November 29th, 2006 at 4:33 am
Paint?
November 29th, 2006 at 5:05 am
Seattle snowscapes take nice cheap colours. None of thos pricey reds.
November 29th, 2006 at 9:38 am
Well, prime, really. We’re practically done with the joint compound! Until we have to start joint compounding again.
My mother’s coming for two days on Sunday. “Oh by that time you’ll be done, and I’ll help you dust behind the picture frames.”
Hah. I say, hah.
November 29th, 2006 at 12:35 pm
Here is a nice roundup of the coldening in North America. Nice spot of coolness down your way, Half, I see. Building a snowman for Christmas?
November 29th, 2006 at 3:09 pm
It’s nearly 70 here. Shorts weather. Bwahahaha.
November 29th, 2006 at 3:45 pm
Waiting on it Brett, kinda of a slow thingy. Warm right now in TLH, expect a frontal passage in about 48 hours. Tlll then I’m wearing my traditonal golf shirts.
November 29th, 2006 at 3:47 pm
Far as the paintin thing, I assumed you had a cheap garret with the good light and people just didn’t understand.
November 29th, 2006 at 3:50 pm
Come to think of it, if you find such a garret with the good light, and seating around the windows, put down a deposit for me, I’ll require a coffee maker, toilet, microwave and floors of funk. I’m still misunderstood after all these years.
November 29th, 2006 at 4:42 pm
It’s about that garret with the good light, but even les pauvres bohemes need to get that crap texture off the walls.
And Peter’s got a weather widget up for here and for his parents’ place in Delaware, and he’s been ranting about it all week.
November 30th, 2006 at 3:58 am
“The glass is falling hour by hour The glass will fall forever. But if you break the bloody glass You won’t hold up the weather.”
Louis MacNeice - “Bagpipe Music” (a poem about Scotland that the Scots hate.)