[date March 6, 2014 at 10:13:38 AM PST]
Ha! 19 snows. Waaay ahead of last year, and the year before. The weather shaman says it will snow tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day…… I’ve worn ½ inch of blade off my snow shovel already this year.
Here’s 18 – didn’t get finished ’til after dark. Which was almost 4 p.m. –
And here’s 19. Notice the date stamp. The very next day –
As you can see, it didn’t stop snowing today; it slowed to Chinese Frozen Water Torture™. By the time I was finished, more was to be finished. Good grief!
My cabin fever is getting bad….. I laugh AND cry at the turn of a phrase or the sight of fresh dog doo-doo on my driveway. Haven’t showered for a week – the neighbors call me Mr. Reek. Things are looking not so good. How bad? In the words and song of Dinah Washington –
I’M LOOKING FORWARD TO THE NEXT SNOWFALL BECAUSE WE ARE GOING TO BREAK THE 26 SNOWFALLS TOTAL OF 2008-2009 WINTER!! I think I’m falling in love (with snow shoveling).
Talk about the peril of diminished expectations. Or (perhaps?) the last gasping memory of my youthful competitive jockery. Bring it on! I’ll shovel right on past 26 to a new record – maybe 31. Hard to keep a snow-man down.
Since I decided against an Arizona retreat this winter (I’m staying here to get “things” done), I thought to be more aggressive and physical in my inverse snow lust. Here’s what I bought to help out –
I’ve munitioned up! What you can see here is ¼ of my armament. This is a marvel of modern technology called a “studded snow tire”. With one of these on every corner, the lovely maiden I call Sandra (’97 Expedition) is unstoppable. Today, I pulled an F250 4X4 from the back yard through 2 feet of snow! Totally f**kin’ awesome!
This is the first time in my 61 years I’ve owned brand new studded snow tires. What was I thinking all those years when I drove around on bald summer tires? The challenge? I coulda been the King of Winter©! I coulda been a contentered. Well, more contenterered perhaps.
Now when it snows (and it has been snowing), I drive out in the back 40, open a beer, select 4WD (with a switch on the dash – how convenient) and drive around daring the snow to get me stuck. Ha! The snow ain’t deep enough yet….. Here’s what the back yard looks like –
That truck waaay in the back on the right side of the picture is the one I pulled out. Too much fun. Be still my beating blood pump! Refer to the following cartoon for the appropriate frame of reference –
In the midst of a possible record setting snowfall winter, one must find suitable outlets for creative energies (and the odd wee bit of rage).
It is my honor to introduce all y’all to a fine specimen of manhood. His name is Bob. His hallmark is the expression “What’s Next?”. If you haven’t heard him before you are in for a treat! Have a listen:
A rant about “Mind your freakin’ business!” – [youtube http://youtube.com/w/?v=brMoJpFnd3o&feature=player_embedded]
A rant about the Arizona Mexico border – [youtube http://youtube.com/w/?v=LXv-_fJqpME&feature=channel]
Lots more on YouTube, or Bob’s website, appropriately named www.drinkingwithbob.com
I think if he put a little more passion into it he’d really be onto something. I do love the way he sighs at the end of each and every rant. World class sighing. My kind of sighs….. I would drink with Bob, no doubt. What’s next? Well, one more of Bob expounding on BO’s Muslimnessery:
and a final “Obama’s on vacation – AGAIN!” – [youtube http://youtube.com/w/?v=MWVUBxJ3ONs&feature=channel]
These rants put my mind at ease. How relaxing, how peaceful. Like Mozart, a gourmet meal, great liquor, and fine friends….. I think I’ll listen to several more to relax for bedtime. Better than warm milk…. An ambassador from New York City.
Is it bedtime yet?
Some humor with your (winter) madness? –
Or, as Mr. Rogier Van der Weyden painted it, –
An alternate view of an alternate view –
Too late to stop now……
Joe (Snow Madness) Mekanic
p.s. Ramirez, Cox and Forkum…..
Here’s a Ramirez from 2007. Did you know Iran is now the chair of OPEC?
All Cox and Forkum cartoons are old, but still pertinent.