Showing posts with label snow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label snow. Show all posts
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Friday, February 4, 2011
So that was yesterday and now we are on today!
I know you are holding your breathe to see how the "date" worked out last night. Well, it was not quiet what I feared. Joan made a very lovely dinner. Her and Bobby's daughter, son-in-law, and the son from New York were there. (Bobby is Ray's twin brother.) Course about as soon as I got into town, it started snowing. Very big flakes! If one hit me in the head I would have been history.
So I called Ray and explained that rather than jockey vehicles around, I would just pick him up. That was mistake #1 on my part. Mistake #1 on his part was the screaming that went on during the trip across town. Apparently he has not become accustomed to being at the mercy of a female driver in a blizzard. Seemed to be a lot of sniveling and crying going on over there in the passenger seat!
Conversation was great and the son-in-law and nephew gave me some tips on just how long to dip the lady fingers for a perfect Tiramasu. The first time I made it I held them in the Kahlua until they quit bubbling. I thought I had maybe not done it correctly since 3 people eating that first one I made, failed breathalizer tests alonside the road. I now know you grasp the lady finger firmly and dip and raise rather quickly. No bubbling should occur! Just to be on the safe side, I had taken a Peanut Butter Pie for dessert!
Bobby gave me a tour of the house which included several stained glass windows that he had made. They are really great and he seems to go more for the different textures as opposed to bright colors. Very subtle. Very nice. And of course the snow continued to fall! Time to go and Bobby cleared a path to the car for us. There was some mention of a cook out in the summer! That was rather tentative as to exactly when.
By this time those giant flakes had been falling for 3 hours, so I let Ray drive home. Same sniveling and crying from the passenger seat, only this time it was not him! I never knew my car could plow through drifts that deep and that fast! He did trust me to hop in the drivers side when we got to his place and drive the seven miles of country roads to my place alone. Course he did remind me to call when I got home so he would not have to worry. I did. The line was busy.
And there you have it in a nutshell. One interesting note here, he lives 3 blocks from the SWM of last summer fame. Since we drove right past his house I pointed out his Victorian with the 3rd floor turret and the 7 windows that I made curtains for that are still not hung. Small world after all.
So I called Ray and explained that rather than jockey vehicles around, I would just pick him up. That was mistake #1 on my part. Mistake #1 on his part was the screaming that went on during the trip across town. Apparently he has not become accustomed to being at the mercy of a female driver in a blizzard. Seemed to be a lot of sniveling and crying going on over there in the passenger seat!
Conversation was great and the son-in-law and nephew gave me some tips on just how long to dip the lady fingers for a perfect Tiramasu. The first time I made it I held them in the Kahlua until they quit bubbling. I thought I had maybe not done it correctly since 3 people eating that first one I made, failed breathalizer tests alonside the road. I now know you grasp the lady finger firmly and dip and raise rather quickly. No bubbling should occur! Just to be on the safe side, I had taken a Peanut Butter Pie for dessert!
Bobby gave me a tour of the house which included several stained glass windows that he had made. They are really great and he seems to go more for the different textures as opposed to bright colors. Very subtle. Very nice. And of course the snow continued to fall! Time to go and Bobby cleared a path to the car for us. There was some mention of a cook out in the summer! That was rather tentative as to exactly when.
By this time those giant flakes had been falling for 3 hours, so I let Ray drive home. Same sniveling and crying from the passenger seat, only this time it was not him! I never knew my car could plow through drifts that deep and that fast! He did trust me to hop in the drivers side when we got to his place and drive the seven miles of country roads to my place alone. Course he did remind me to call when I got home so he would not have to worry. I did. The line was busy.
And there you have it in a nutshell. One interesting note here, he lives 3 blocks from the SWM of last summer fame. Since we drove right past his house I pointed out his Victorian with the 3rd floor turret and the 7 windows that I made curtains for that are still not hung. Small world after all.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Arggggghhhhhhhhhhh!!!! More cold and snow!!!!!!!
The Arctic front is back!! Right now it is 12 degrees and falling. I am already frozen. I never lost the last snow. It melted a little here on my sloped driveway that I have to walk across to get to the car port and then quickly froze into a sheet of the slickest ice I have encountered since I left Kansas! As I recall those days, when winter came it first rained. Then that changed to freezing rain. This left a sheet of ice on everything known as "black ice". You have not lived until you have driven 200 or so miles on that.
Black ice is just what the name implies. Inevitably this phenomena would occur right before I wanted to make the trip from Garden City back to Hutchinson. Course who ever heard of postponing a trip? Well, yeah, that and the fact that the ice would be there until Spring so why fight it? Then it would snow and the temperatures would fall and 15 degrees below was a good day. But you will recall that I left Kansas.
Now I know you think Colorado is the land of beautiful snow falls and skiing and that sort of thing, but what you do not know is this......I live in a hole. I am here in Pueblo where it never rains, temperatures are moderate and the sun shines every day. Except of course, when it does not! Give us an Albuquerque Low and we measure the snowfall in feet or the rain in gallons. And then there is that little thing called an Arctic Front that comes creeping down from God only knows where and drops the bottom right out of the thermometers.
So back to the sloped drive and the sheet of ice. I myself have found it easier to go out the back door, across the deck, down the side walk, out the gate, across the back lot, crawl over the front fence, stumble through the rose bushes and exit into the car port. Most of the time I have the presence of mind to have my keys with me. But occasionally I exit the front door. Side walk is clear (Thanks to my back breaking work and Bret sleeping late cause he does not do a good job of shoveling.) so I can get up a little speed, lock my knees when I hit the ice patch, glide to the bottom and stop suddenly when I hit the dry gravel which marks the neighbors drive. Then it is just a matter of turning right, walking spraddle legged and holding on to the trash can, water hydrant and springing forward to the first pole in the car port. I could never do that sober!
Had a man stop buy last evening to pick up some thread. Course he parked right in the middle of the ice patch I laughingly call "Widow Maker". I was happy to see he had been around enough to have mastered the spraddle legged walk which I also laughingly call "Widow Maker". When it came time for him to leave I told him I would watch him to his car to make sure he did not fall. He, of course, thought I would pick him up if he did. I told him, "No, but I think I can slide you over to the car port and you can grab hold of something and pull yourself up." Luckily he made it to his vehicle and all was well.
Now, where was I? Oh, yeah, I woke up this morning and what do I have? Got another 6-7 inches of fresh snow out there. I have no idea where I left that damn snow shovel. I think it is with the sledge hammer I need to break the ice on the pond. I expect they are in the tin shed which has yet another drift in front of it. If life were fair, things would be different. I know where I went wrong. See, a couple weeks ago I went to have my tires rotated and the little guy at Peerless (whom I love) told me, " Gee, Lou, your tread is about gone. Want to take care of that now?" And I in my lackadaisical manner did my usual procrastination thing. I love it when I do that! ( Sarcasm, just another service I offer.)
Ok, so I was wrong about it never snowing here. If this were the first time I was wrong you might be able to cackle, but seems to me specialty. That and dumplings that do not have a hard ball of dough in the middle. So now you have a good day and think about poor old Lou out here in Colorado freezing to death and driving around on bald tires. ( I would insert a happy face here if I had any idea how to do that!)
Black ice is just what the name implies. Inevitably this phenomena would occur right before I wanted to make the trip from Garden City back to Hutchinson. Course who ever heard of postponing a trip? Well, yeah, that and the fact that the ice would be there until Spring so why fight it? Then it would snow and the temperatures would fall and 15 degrees below was a good day. But you will recall that I left Kansas.
Now I know you think Colorado is the land of beautiful snow falls and skiing and that sort of thing, but what you do not know is this......I live in a hole. I am here in Pueblo where it never rains, temperatures are moderate and the sun shines every day. Except of course, when it does not! Give us an Albuquerque Low and we measure the snowfall in feet or the rain in gallons. And then there is that little thing called an Arctic Front that comes creeping down from God only knows where and drops the bottom right out of the thermometers.
So back to the sloped drive and the sheet of ice. I myself have found it easier to go out the back door, across the deck, down the side walk, out the gate, across the back lot, crawl over the front fence, stumble through the rose bushes and exit into the car port. Most of the time I have the presence of mind to have my keys with me. But occasionally I exit the front door. Side walk is clear (Thanks to my back breaking work and Bret sleeping late cause he does not do a good job of shoveling.) so I can get up a little speed, lock my knees when I hit the ice patch, glide to the bottom and stop suddenly when I hit the dry gravel which marks the neighbors drive. Then it is just a matter of turning right, walking spraddle legged and holding on to the trash can, water hydrant and springing forward to the first pole in the car port. I could never do that sober!
Had a man stop buy last evening to pick up some thread. Course he parked right in the middle of the ice patch I laughingly call "Widow Maker". I was happy to see he had been around enough to have mastered the spraddle legged walk which I also laughingly call "Widow Maker". When it came time for him to leave I told him I would watch him to his car to make sure he did not fall. He, of course, thought I would pick him up if he did. I told him, "No, but I think I can slide you over to the car port and you can grab hold of something and pull yourself up." Luckily he made it to his vehicle and all was well.
Now, where was I? Oh, yeah, I woke up this morning and what do I have? Got another 6-7 inches of fresh snow out there. I have no idea where I left that damn snow shovel. I think it is with the sledge hammer I need to break the ice on the pond. I expect they are in the tin shed which has yet another drift in front of it. If life were fair, things would be different. I know where I went wrong. See, a couple weeks ago I went to have my tires rotated and the little guy at Peerless (whom I love) told me, " Gee, Lou, your tread is about gone. Want to take care of that now?" And I in my lackadaisical manner did my usual procrastination thing. I love it when I do that! ( Sarcasm, just another service I offer.)
Ok, so I was wrong about it never snowing here. If this were the first time I was wrong you might be able to cackle, but seems to me specialty. That and dumplings that do not have a hard ball of dough in the middle. So now you have a good day and think about poor old Lou out here in Colorado freezing to death and driving around on bald tires. ( I would insert a happy face here if I had any idea how to do that!)
Friday, December 31, 2010
It snowed at my house last night and now it is very cold!
Well, this is what greeted me this morning! I had gone to Lamar yesterday morning to pick up my little sister, Mary, who you shall meet tomorrow. We hurried right along cause I knew we had a storm headed our way. As luck would have it we pulled into the drive way just as the moisture started to fall! If there are doubting Thomas's out there who think the Good Lord does not look after this woman, think about that one! It continued to snow all evening and this morning everything was white. We must have gotten 5-7 inches except for that 3 foot drift in front of the tin shed where the snow shovel was snowed in.
So, this shall remain a mystery and the sun will come and melt the snow, someday, and the footprints will go away. In the meantime, tonight is New Years Eve! Tomorrow will be 2011!! Good Lord the years are shooting by in a blur! Seems like only yesterday it was 1965 and I was stoned! Oh, not like that! It was the height of my baby making days. You knew that! Now here I am no longer counting kids, or even grand kids, but great grand kids. I look back on the years and I am sure I remember because I surely was there, but all I can think of is that old song....
Old pappy time is a pickin' my pocket, can't make him stop it, pickin' my pocket!
or something like that!
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
It snowed last night. We need 6 more!
Here is my rose bush all mashed out by the snow! Of course that was this morning and now it is evening and all of the snow is melted. This is what is known as Spring Time in the Rockies! This is the time of year when, no matter how much you are tempted you do not plan anything that entails getting in the car and driving somewhere. There is a very good chance that, despite the fact that I just shaved my legs and wore my shorts all day today, I may very well be snowed in tomorrow morning, like today.I had planned on going to Colorado Springs this morning to have lunch with a friend, but when I woke up in the middle of the night last night and chanced to look out my window, I knew I would be staying here doing the at home thing today. So I did. Life throws me lots of curves. Like I just uploaded 3 pictures of the snow, but 2 of them are out in cyberville somewhere and I will probably never see them again. But there is always the chance that when I hit the publish button, they will miraculously appear. Or not.
According to the Indian Lore, we still have 6 more snows coming. Kind of hate that because the buds on the Apricot Tree are just ready to open. Maybe they will bloom really fast before the next snow gets here. We usually get a fruit crop about once seven years. Since I don't care for Apricots, they do better than the Peach Trees which got bores and died early.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it!
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