Is Like Siberian Summertime!

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January 10, 2011 by sandwichcontrol

Hey. It’s Monday. And it is so cold. If you were unaware, it snowed here about 3.8cm (1.5in). The University canceled school today, which does absolutely nothing for me. Pray they cancel it tomorrow as well. Then, maybe, I’ll get something accomplished. I rolled the dice to see if the snow would prevent Le Duke from wanting me to work today, to no avail. So, as soon as I get this post up, the 1.29km (0.8mi) trek to work begins. No trike today, just shoes. Damn, I knew I should have never loaned Dave my Tauntaun.

"Sucker!"

Today we are supposed to get another two inches of snow. Hopefully that will be enough to cancel schools again tomorrow. I doubt it will, but I can hope, right? It is not that I don’t want to go to school, it is that I would rather take tomorrow to do a bunch of stuff that I need to do around the house. Like writing some articles, folding some clothes, cleaning out the fridge to make room for food, etc. Maybe, cleaning out my office. You can do quite a bit in the course of a day, if you are properly motivated. My motivation is the beach. In exactly nine days, that is where my lovely lady and I will be. In the warm sun. Not in the freezing cold mess that is my office.

Yesterday, we had an impromptu cookout for G-Man to fatten him up a little before he loses his appetite during his cancer treatments. And then it snowed. I was grilling in the snow. It was so manly of me. I was stuck between the cold wind behind me and the hot smoke in front of me. Eventually, the snow won and the grill stopped being able to keep a temp above 100°C (212°F) so, the veggies and bräts were transferred to the oven for the final round. The steaks and chicken had gotten on the grill when we were good and hot, and were resting in the house while I stood out in the snow. Jerks. Overall, G-Man was surprised and very pleased with us for doing that for him. Thankfully, he didn’t start crying or anything. He’s the lynch pin of the crying wheel. If he comes undone, everyone else will, too. So, luckily, that didn’t happen. But, there were steaks.

Well, I guess it is time to go to work. Ugh. Wish me luck. More soon. ~SC


2 comments »

  1. Sweetbread says:

    I wouldn’t worry too much about not having your Tauntaun. It’ll freeze before you reach the first marker, anyway.

  2. Curly Bill says:

    And I’ll see you in hell.

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