Well, it looks as if Ma Nature finally is going to send some of that sweet, sweet white stuff to Port Swiller Manor. Current prediction is for 5 to 9 inches overnight. (UPDATE: As I look out the window, I see the flakes are starting to come down already.) Look, if it’s going to be this damned cold anyway, we might as well get something to show for it.
♦ Ol’ Robbo is off on his biznay travels on Wednesday, so in anticipation of things being shut down tomorrow, he tooled into the office (otherwise closed for the hol) mid-day today in order to retrieve some things he’ll need. We hates driving downtown during the middle of the day. Most of the people on the road then are a completely different kettle of fish from your morning/evening commuter types, generally of a much poorer quality. Indeed, as I left the Port Swiller neighborhood and started in, I got caught behind an old duffer in a late-model Caddy doing about 15 mph. As I returned, damme if I didn’t get stuck behind the same guy coming back the other way.
♦ Speaking of driving, teh Eldest currently is out doing her mandatory road work in anticipation of getting her license next month. When she learned that she would be in a car with an instructor and two other students, she became extremely trepidatious, worrying that one of what she delicately described as “those idiots” would wind up wrapping her around a tree on the Beltway. We assured her that the course would start out on the quieter back streets and that the instructor would be unlikely to let anybody do anything they weren’t capable of handling. (UPDATE: She just got home, alive and in one piece and very pleased with herself.)
♦ And yes, it looks like Ol’ Robbo soon will be digging into his jeans and ponying up for a set of wheels for the gel. Anybody have any suggestions? I’m thinking smaller SUV.
♦ Not related to anything but as I type, one of teh kittehs is slowly tormenting a stink bug to death behind my chair. Pew.
♦ Oh, and speaking of Robbo digging into his jeans, the orthodontist said this morning that it’s time to get those braces on teh Youngest’s teeth. Sigh. On the way home, she started squabbling with the Middle Gel (who got hers off last fall) about what color rubber bands she ought to get. Double sigh.
Well, I better go deal with that stink bug. I’ve flicked it on the head several times, but the thing still seems to be alive.
UPDATE: Four or five inches of very dry, powdery stuff. A bummer for those hoping to build snowmen but a real boon for the poor shlub who had to get up at dawn this morning and shovel it off the driveway. [Raises hand, waives.] Plus, the power didn’t go out.