Second half of April.
I’ll be working in pajamas and slippers today. In January my resilience to snow and cold is great. Come April I tolerate it like a hemophiliac on a bed of nails.
The closest I want to get to this stuff is watching car crashes on the traffic cams. If karma exists then after chuckling at the crashes I’ll probably slip and fall walking to the mailbox.
We got mostly ice which should melt away later today or tomorrow if the sun gets some balls and breaks through the clouds. It could be worse. 45 minutes west of me my sister has a foot of fresh snow.
Don’t say Bob can’t find a silver lining in something.
10 days ago it was 60 degrees and sunny. All the snow had melted except for the parking lot icebergs. I got out my motorcycle. I’ve been on several bike rides. All the snow had melted except for the parking lot icebergs.
Then the last two days it’s been in the 20s and cloudy - depressing as hell. But here’s how I made the most of it.
When the snow melted it exposed a winter’s worth of dog poop in my back yard. I picked up some but it was gross. This morning though the stuff that remained was frozen. It didn’t stink and it was easy to collect.
Always a bright side.
But now it’s snowing again…
Over the weekend Jack and his buddies rode the bike trails along the Minnesota River bluffs. He asked me if he could take two of my bikes including the new fat tire Surly Pugsley.
He and I have ridden those trails before. I encourage him to do stuff like this with his friends but he hasn’t been terribly interested. The guys prefer to get together for on-line gaming. I try to get him to turn off the computer and X-Box and get outside more.
In his defense he has offered plenty of times to teach me new video games. Come inside dad, away from all that nature, and I’ll teach you Pac Man.
[Yeah I know he doesn’t actually play Pac Man. I’m not going to admit he may have GTA5 and I don’t remember the other games he has. If I ask if he’s playing WoW he’ll roll his eyes at me.]
Sheila asked if I was concerned that he was taking my new bike and letting his friends try it too. Nope. They’re good kids and it’s not a $5,000 carbon fiber racing bike. I’m just glad these kids are getting outside.
Guess what? They had a blast. Jack called us from the trail using FaceTime and showed us the trail and the abandoned railroad bridge they discovered. He found a hollow tree big enough for him to fit inside. The boys already have plans to go back.
I’m glad he took pictures too. When I was a his age there were no cell phones or digital cameras. I don’t have pictures of my high school friends and me doing anything. I’ve encouraged both my sons to try to get some photos of fun stuff like this.
I met up with trivialbob, mrstrivialbob and racingtheghosts for dinner tonight! If you are ever in the Mpls area, get up with these lovely people! Two of my students chose to join us as well. I told them that we met on an “online running club”. They’ll believe anything. :)
Sheila knows me well and gave me a little present for later. ;)
Running club is the best!
Don’t hate me daddy.
Our dogs sleep in the bedroom with us. I chuckle when they walk in circles a few times before finally releasing a big sigh and laying down to sleep.
That behavior supposedly is because they’re descended from wild animals who had to pack down snow or weeds to make a bed in the wild. And if something in my dogs’ DNA makes them want to do that to my quilt I’m entitled to laugh at them because they still can’t catch their own food.
But what the hell makes dogs want to roll in dead stuff? At the dog park today Ella found some dead fish in weeds by the pond. She rolled the crap out of that fish, both figuratively and literally.
Ella smelled atrocious. In two pictures above you can see stuff in her coat. Sheila and I drove home quickly with the windows open. It only helped so much because my filthy Camry now has on odoriferous component to the mess.
Ella hates baths. Yeah, the Aussie who gleefully rolls in decaying Carp next to an icy pond wants nothing to do with a warm bath and soap.
She knew the jig was up when I put a leash on her outside to bring her inside. We wrestled up the stairs and onward to the bathtub.
After a good scrubbing she now smells nice. Just when I thought it was all over I saw something else. When the soapy water drained out there were some fish scales stuck to the side of the bathtub.
Cleaning never ends.
Busy night at the dog park. Ella loved being chased by these two Samoyeds.
First bike commute of the season. I took the bus to work and brought my bike. That was easy. Getting home was tough.
While I liked the temp leaping from 35 in the morning to 70 this afternoon I hated the wind that picked up nearly as much. And of course as I headed south the wind blew north.
Note to self: Next year on the first ride use a bike with gears instead of a single speed.
My mom told me she doesn’t like it when I use vulgar language on my blog. Despite the literary merits of swear words I’m omitting them tonight.
So how can I politely covey to all of you how worn out I feel and how slow my ride was?
Remember the scene in Pulp Fiction (mom trust me, you haven’t seen it) when Butch saves Marsellus then asks him if he’s OK? Marsellus respectfully explained to Butch that he didn’t feel terribly close to a state of being OK.
My time today was about that far from my PR. Settle down Garmin, I’m not ready to take a a pair of pliers and blow torch to you.
The picture on the left is the canal between Lake of the Isles and Lake Calhoun. At the last minute I decided to take the scenic route. Despite the first day this year to reach 70F with lots of sun there were no sunbathers next to the icy water.
The picture on the right is Marsellus Wallace. Mom, don’t Google him. He did a lot of bad shit.
The parking lot iceberg at the grocery store is taller than me. And I’m a giant. True.
You could hide a Chevy Suburban and a couple of Priuses in there. Interesting thought - would burying a Prius in ice help the climate even more than just driving one?
Part of this iceberg will still be around on my birthday in May. That’s a hint. Get shopping.
You know what? If you kill a guy in the winter the ground is too hard to bury a body. The lakes are frozen over. If you put a corpse in the corner of the grocery store parking lot right after a big snowfall starts it would give you like six months to clean up or run away.
Apropos nothing; just stuff I was thinking about on a Monday night.
Ella is eager to clean up blueberry muffin crumbs, no matter where they may fall. Her table manners are clearly evident.