January 29, 2002 Yesterday and today have been one continuous snowstorm. Yesterday, I picked up the kids and then drove out to pick up Mike at work because there was so much snow and he had the Saturn. Amazingly enough, he wasn't very thrilled about rolling about in the snow while wrestling tire chains. While I have 4 wheel drive and good tires, the damned car nearly went off the road a few times. I was smart enough to get dinner out of it, however. While at the restaurant, I realized that I had a screaming headache from concentrating so intently on the road and even last night's 600mg of ibuprofen hasn't fully removed the effects of clenching my whole face while I drove. This morning I drove Mike to work and something that usually takes about 1.5 hours roundtrip, took me 3 hours. So just put me to bed and call me Snowmo. This morning, Foofoo the Subaru did okay until the sun shone a bit and managed to turn the slickery slush into filthy windshield slurry, which every passing vehicle splattered on my windshield. Despite my best attempts to wipe the windshield, apparently the windshield sprayer was frozen closed. I managed to smear filthy slurry across my windshield and number of four letter words were uttered. I was hunched over peering through the 3 by 6 inch space at the base of my windshield on the driver's side. Finally, between the damned shining sun, the rapidly decreasing size of my visual space, and the dirt slurry, it became clear I was up for a near death experience. I pulled over and tossed some snow on the windshield to clean it. Lord knows there's a LOT of that here now. I looked up to see a sign for "Bison," which made me wonder what kind of business refers to itself as "Bison." I mean around here, you'd think realty, but there wasn't anything saying that and there was just an emblem of a buffalo on the sign and a perplexed guy in flannel peering out the window at me. And it's still flurriating. If you look at the snowy picture below that big white spot to the right is blowing tons of snow at us horizontally. Mostly the mountains are hidden behind one big cloud. Foofoo is sunning and gathering flurries in the driveway and hopefully will be ready for our slip-sliding trip to pick up Genny later today. Oh, the adventure!
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