Tag: Winter

Crankypantsing

Delayed Nosypantsing

Shelly

Coworker A asked me if it was supposed to snow tonight. I looked at Weather.com and gave her the newest forecast. Then, about an hour later, Coworker B informed me that her weather forecaster of choice said something entirely different. Why on earth should I care? I wasn’t the one who wanted to know whether or not it was going to snow, and the person who did want to know left over an hour ago. And besides which, who on earth waits an hour to poke their nose into someone else’s conversation?

WTF?

Crankypantsing

It Must Be Monday…

Shelly

…because the blowers just died and the forecast is calling for icy DQQM. The latter isn’t supposed to start until tomorrow night, but still, it’s kind of ruining my day.

On the bright side, today’s holiday luncheon has been either called off or postponed, onna counta icy sidewalks.

Oh, and while I’m complaining, Sugar did not win Survivor. I’m disappointed. I liked Bob, and am happy that he beat Susie (WTF? How did she get three votes?!), but I was really pulling for Sugar.

Crankypantsing

DST

Shelly

I’m glad we’re back on real Indiana time, but I hate that it feels late when it’s only 6 or 7PM. Yuck! It wasn’t so bad when the shorter days crept up slowly, but to get so far into fall and then suddenly have to turn the clocks back is kind of miserable.

And the crappy grey weather is notnotnot helping.

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Lost and Found

Shelly

Since I stopped drinking caffeine, I’ve also had to stop drinking tea, because every single variety of tea in my stash was caffeinated. But! I remembered this morning that I’d put all my decaf teas in a big tin on the very tippy top of the kitchen shelves. Out of sight and out of mind. In it, there were a bunch of decaf green tea bags, but also peppermint, raspberry, citrus, and chamomile.

Aaaah! I missed hot drinks.

Photography

Foo Dog

Shelly

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I was hoping that the snow we’re getting would provide a little bit of traction on the ice, but no. It’s actually slicker with the snow, than it was without it. When it was just bare ice, every place you stepped, your shoes melted a thin layer of it, which made it slightly sticky. As long as you stepped carefully, you’d be okay. The snow has basically added a nice polish on the ice.

Even the dog, who is half mountain goat, has trouble staying upright on this stuff.

Ugh.

And, it’s warm enough next to the building that the area just outside my patio door is still a swamp. An icy swamp. Mr. Foo Dog sits under the most drippy part, so he’s sporting a long beardsicle.