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captainsblogPlus 1 in the Hub of the Universe. Negative four in Connect-a-Cut. Minus 5 in the Pioneer Valley. Minus 12 in Cowmont. A whopping minus 28 at Jon Katz's farm.
Those are Farenheit, kids. My theory is that God was aiming for 40 below so you Celsius people wouldn't have to do the conversion.
So what could it possibly be in frigid, frozen B-lo when I had to go out into it after reading all THAT happy northeast news?
Meh. The sun was out, the wind was calm, hey hey hey just an ordinary day. The roads were mostly clear, the car and truck started (many in the area didn't<<====this will be important later), and we even survived spending a fair piece of the morning out in the yard ourselves before each toodling off to our afternoon work tasks.
All last night and even earlier than that, the dogs, especially the older one, had been relentless, ruthless (I wonder where Ruth is), dogged (woof woof!) about wanting to be outside in this nonsense. I had bad vibes about Tasha having a UTI or some other pathological Thing making her incessantly want to go out, but then we discovered the reality of it: a nice heaping helping of Critter Alaska, sitting outside just next to our back steps, far more visible with , you know, blood reflecting off the snow in the brilliant morning sunshine.
Now THAT? No problem. Eleanor added a lovely demiglaze of Clorox bleach to the dish, while I cobbled together some old baby gates to block their access to the feast. They've been far less interested in Scratch Scratch Out ever since. Win.
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Sadly, after that the Wins were harder to come by.
Court was a waste, this time of only an hour or so, but still. The other side had known since I wrote them on January 3rd that I'd received their figures concerning today's hearing, that I agreed with them, and that if they needed me to I'd send out any further notices required to confirm that agreement. I heard them hem and haw today in a way that made clear that they were just getting to my letter, and that I would need to send out further notices- and come back in about six weeks after having done so (delaying my payment from the client's already-paid money by at least four of those six weeks:P).
Difficult meeting after that. No, I can't talk about it. Except that by the time I got home from it, I had barely enough time to change into gym clothes and get to my first weekly workout- or not. Eleanor called and asked me to check on a report of a soft and/or flat tire on her truck that someone had told her about. She didn't want to wait until after work because she'd heard AAA was taking five hours to respond to service calls in this weather. I told her I'd check it (I did- couldn't see anything wrong with it), but doing so meant I had to reschedule my class and just do a regular cardio session....
Which was just enough to put my glasses in exactly the wrong place at the wrong time, i.e., briefly under an elliptical, and I now have a date with Sterling Optical in my future. But that's fine, since a once-more-than-thrice last-minute-canceled deposition just got possibly postponed AGAIN at the last minute, which means I may be stuck in Rochester all morning with nothing to do, and there is (I just checked) a Sterling in Pittsford Plaza, not far from where I'll be coming from and going to, so tomorrow's gonna be a better day.
Warmer, too. Almost by default.
Those are Farenheit, kids. My theory is that God was aiming for 40 below so you Celsius people wouldn't have to do the conversion.
So what could it possibly be in frigid, frozen B-lo when I had to go out into it after reading all THAT happy northeast news?
Meh. The sun was out, the wind was calm, hey hey hey just an ordinary day. The roads were mostly clear, the car and truck started (many in the area didn't<<====this will be important later), and we even survived spending a fair piece of the morning out in the yard ourselves before each toodling off to our afternoon work tasks.
All last night and even earlier than that, the dogs, especially the older one, had been relentless, ruthless (I wonder where Ruth is), dogged (woof woof!) about wanting to be outside in this nonsense. I had bad vibes about Tasha having a UTI or some other pathological Thing making her incessantly want to go out, but then we discovered the reality of it: a nice heaping helping of Critter Alaska, sitting outside just next to our back steps, far more visible with , you know, blood reflecting off the snow in the brilliant morning sunshine.
Now THAT? No problem. Eleanor added a lovely demiglaze of Clorox bleach to the dish, while I cobbled together some old baby gates to block their access to the feast. They've been far less interested in Scratch Scratch Out ever since. Win.
----
Sadly, after that the Wins were harder to come by.
Court was a waste, this time of only an hour or so, but still. The other side had known since I wrote them on January 3rd that I'd received their figures concerning today's hearing, that I agreed with them, and that if they needed me to I'd send out any further notices required to confirm that agreement. I heard them hem and haw today in a way that made clear that they were just getting to my letter, and that I would need to send out further notices- and come back in about six weeks after having done so (delaying my payment from the client's already-paid money by at least four of those six weeks:P).
Difficult meeting after that. No, I can't talk about it. Except that by the time I got home from it, I had barely enough time to change into gym clothes and get to my first weekly workout- or not. Eleanor called and asked me to check on a report of a soft and/or flat tire on her truck that someone had told her about. She didn't want to wait until after work because she'd heard AAA was taking five hours to respond to service calls in this weather. I told her I'd check it (I did- couldn't see anything wrong with it), but doing so meant I had to reschedule my class and just do a regular cardio session....
Which was just enough to put my glasses in exactly the wrong place at the wrong time, i.e., briefly under an elliptical, and I now have a date with Sterling Optical in my future. But that's fine, since a once-more-than-thrice last-minute-canceled deposition just got possibly postponed AGAIN at the last minute, which means I may be stuck in Rochester all morning with nothing to do, and there is (I just checked) a Sterling in Pittsford Plaza, not far from where I'll be coming from and going to, so tomorrow's gonna be a better day.
Warmer, too. Almost by default.
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Date: 2011-01-25 01:15 am (UTC)Augh, your poor glasses! How on earth did they end up under an elliptical, though?!
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Date: 2011-01-25 01:37 am (UTC)Oh, it's easy if you know how:
(1) Answer phone call on mobile;
(2) Hit 'end' and return to cupholder also holding towel and, sadly, glasses;
(3) Watch helplessly as mobile hits glasses and the latter proceed to richchet out of cupholder and under left pedal;
(4) Stop pedaling;
(5) Recall drivers' ed lectures re. "reaction time."
Do not try this at home. Or at the Y.
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Date: 2011-01-25 01:44 am (UTC)I suppose this means it's a good thing I only remove my glasses to sleep. Much less chance of accidents...at least ones that don't involve my face directly.
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Date: 2011-01-25 02:00 am (UTC)No idea how much a new pair would cost with benefits. I shall know by this time tomorrow night.
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Date: 2011-01-25 02:03 am (UTC)I'm very literally blind without my glasses. I can't imagine taking them off other than to sleep, I really can't.
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Date: 2011-01-25 01:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-25 01:39 am (UTC)(I can recite the full text of ND3I from memory; my aol SN remains "ndanger3di" from back in limited-character names, some other schnook having beaten me to "NickDanger3rdEye" when they went to 16 characters.)
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Date: 2011-01-25 01:50 am (UTC)Irish priest: "Down on your knees, lads. Do ye recognize what I'm holdin' over your heads, now?"
Indian: "Why, yes. It's a cross. Symbol of the quartering of the universe into active and passive principles."
Priest: "God have mercy on your heathen souls."
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Date: 2011-01-25 06:35 pm (UTC)Yes, and I'm about to, whether I wanted to or not. ;)
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Date: 2011-01-26 04:28 pm (UTC)Have you got three dimes?
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Date: 2011-01-25 04:17 am (UTC)