I have expressed this very thought to Mr. Punky several million times. He gets this annoyingly superior attitude, points out that I was raised in Alabama and he in Wausau, and tries to convince me that it’s better to shovel as you go, so that you don’t have as much to do when it finally stops. He’s shovelled out our driveway four times now. (After work yesterday, around 8:30 pm, before work this morning, and when he came home for lunch.) He did try the snow-blower (inherited from grandparents who finally broke down nad hired the neighbor kid like the whole family has been telling them to for years), but he had to siphon gas from the motorcycle and then the belt snapped when he tried to get through the snowplow drift.
I have a feeling that this would be a good day to be very, very nice to him.
Although last year they cancelled classes for a day - after a friggin’ ice storm knocked the power out over most of the town and felled dozens of trees around the campus.
[hijack]Do you attend UMD currently? I’m a computer science geek there right now.[/hijack]
This thread makes me think of this (or things similar).
I went to the gym on Wednesday (for those of you following the spring fitness thread, I did what I said I would!) and am still a bit sore. In fact, I discovered that the same muscles I exercised by lifting weights are also the same muscles needed to scrape ice off my car.
So I called into work last night. When I woke up this morning, the snow in my driveway was level with the bumper of my car, which was completely piled with snow itself, and the drifts in my yard were taller than me. Did I mention the roof-to-ground icicles?
Now it’s all blue sky and sunny and it’s actually pretty warm outside. The icicles are gone, there’s NO snow on my car, and the neighbor came over this morning to plow out our driveway. Looks like I’ll be going to work tonight…
I’m with you guys. Minnesota is wonderful; especially Southeast Minnesota which looks just like Northeast Iowa. In fact, if it were not for a surveying mistake by Lieutenant Pike, the Pike’s Peak guy, in 1804, Southeast Minnesota would be Northeast Iowa, all the way up to Northfield.
As someone said long before G. Kellor said it, we have winter to keep the riffraff out.
There is one simple pleasure about a huge March snowfall…
And that’s using the interstate to clean the snow off my truck. All you have to do is wait until the middle of the next afternoon when the residual highway snow has melted or been scraped off and the highways are dry again. Then, get on I-35, take a bead on Iowa, and floor it.
It’s neat when most of it disintegrates in one big Whoosh!
Of course, it does look kinda cool as you’re accelerating up to defrosting speed…sort of like there’s a rampant igloo flying along the interstate at low altitude.
Hey, we take our winter jollies where we can find 'em.
It’s looking like about a 90% chance that I’ll be moving to a job at the University of Minnesota here in the next month or so. Good thing I’ve always liked cold weather.
Deciding whether my arrival is a good or bad thing for the state is left as an exercise for the reader.
…and then today it gets up to 40, the snow and ice on the roads melt, but there’s still enough snow piled on the rest of the world to make it a Perfect Day. Roll the window down, crank some tunes, fly down the interstate, it’s all good.
'course, filing my taxes and getting a substantial refund don’t hurt none, either.
