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Day 3 at home: snow.
(Day 2 was adventures at the DMV. Never mind that.)
The giant storm was supposed to move in yesterday. It didn't. After waking up from a bizarre dream... well... might as well give that one a paragraph, but well.
The space shuttle had to land at SLC.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
zixi and I were in charge of running out on the runway and putting inflatable balls under the wheels to slow it down. We managed to, but it was a new shuttle design that lands once to slow down then lifts off and circles around to land again. (Yeah, I don't know either.) We were running to take the balls back to the other end of the runway when we found out it had landed on the other runway and headed over to meet it. The astronauts were grateful and stuff and we went to the terminal (it changed from day to night over the course of this) to get their luggage from baggage claim (none of which anything close to resembled the actual SLC airport) and somehow my laptop was on baggage claim too. The baggage claim was right by a jetway, which suddenly started going haywire and bending as far as it could one direction. When it broke and started going back the other way, I was outside somehow, and when security came out to look for me, I woke up.
Uh, yeah. I got up from that to stare out my window at total whiteout. Extremely glad I didn't have to be anywhere, I headed to breakfast, and Dad declared the new strategy on the lake: Completely melt it, and let it refreeze from scratch. That's right, it's a writeoff for the year. Anyway, with about a foot down and no end in sight, it was a time for at least an intermediate plowing; Dad took the tractor to get the driveway as a whole, while Mom and I took the snowblowers to the area around the house and the garage. My new jacket definitely proved its worth, even though the expression "spitting into the wind" takes on a new meaning when you're using a ten-horsepower drill to do the spitting. Considering that an inch accumulated between "shoveling out to the garage to warm up the tractor" and "turning the tractor on," I suspect I'll be in for a repeat performance sometime before dark.
It's neat to watch, still, and I'm afraid I have no camera to show all of my warm-climate readers, and I don't think I could do it justice anyway.
Tomorrow afternoon, I have a dentist appointment in town. That's going to be a fun drive, isn't it?
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The giant storm was supposed to move in yesterday. It didn't. After waking up from a bizarre dream... well... might as well give that one a paragraph, but well.
The space shuttle had to land at SLC.
zixi and I were in charge of running out on the runway and putting inflatable balls under the wheels to slow it down. We managed to, but it was a new shuttle design that lands once to slow down then lifts off and circles around to land again. (Yeah, I don't know either.) We were running to take the balls back to the other end of the runway when we found out it had landed on the other runway and headed over to meet it. The astronauts were grateful and stuff and we went to the terminal (it changed from day to night over the course of this) to get their luggage from baggage claim (none of which anything close to resembled the actual SLC airport) and somehow my laptop was on baggage claim too. The baggage claim was right by a jetway, which suddenly started going haywire and bending as far as it could one direction. When it broke and started going back the other way, I was outside somehow, and when security came out to look for me, I woke up.Uh, yeah. I got up from that to stare out my window at total whiteout. Extremely glad I didn't have to be anywhere, I headed to breakfast, and Dad declared the new strategy on the lake: Completely melt it, and let it refreeze from scratch. That's right, it's a writeoff for the year. Anyway, with about a foot down and no end in sight, it was a time for at least an intermediate plowing; Dad took the tractor to get the driveway as a whole, while Mom and I took the snowblowers to the area around the house and the garage. My new jacket definitely proved its worth, even though the expression "spitting into the wind" takes on a new meaning when you're using a ten-horsepower drill to do the spitting. Considering that an inch accumulated between "shoveling out to the garage to warm up the tractor" and "turning the tractor on," I suspect I'll be in for a repeat performance sometime before dark.
It's neat to watch, still, and I'm afraid I have no camera to show all of my warm-climate readers, and I don't think I could do it justice anyway.
Tomorrow afternoon, I have a dentist appointment in town. That's going to be a fun drive, isn't it?
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How much crack did you smoke before bed, exactly? :)
Enjoy the snow - all we have is rain.