A harbinger of the season
The trees are alive, with the sound of weasels.
You know the holidays are upon us when the Wonder Weasels take up residence in the trees. We got another little dusting last night, giving me enough to actually shovel after three straight days of “snow,” but it wasn’t enough to keep Turkish (a.k.a. Turkenstein, The Turkinator, Big Pussy, Mighty Whitey the Wonder Weasel, et al) indoors, where it’s warm and dry.
I myself am having trouble cranking up the required motivation to engage in healthy outdoor exercise, like climbing trees, running or cycling. There’s a brisk wind out of the northeast, it’s still spitting snow, and I don’t sport a thick, furry coat like some of the other creatures inhabiting the DogHaus.
Incidentally, last night’s black bean vegetable soup was edible, but unspectacular, even with a hefty salad and some fresh wheat rolls. What it needed was largish chunks of defunct fellow earth creature: chorizo, Italian sausage, ham, bacon, dark turkey meat, anything along those lines. Vegetables are what food eats.
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November 30th, 2008 at 3:08 pm
I used to have no problem going out in pretty much any weather. Now it gets a little cold and I want to stay inside. Does that mean I’m getting old?
November 30th, 2008 at 3:19 pm
“Vegetables are what food eats.”
Aah yes. I shall use that line in my next ‘discussion’ with a vegan.
Spitting snow here too. Just saw a city spreader go by spitting sand. Times are truly hard when snow belt town can’t afford salt.
December 4th, 2008 at 8:09 pm
Yeah, yeah…I’ve heard that line often enough. Then I challenge whoever uses it on me to a race up NM State Route 4 to the Valle Grande.
As Patrick has demonstrated in a recent cartoon, those anasazi and bolita bean farts can be ignited to provide amazing thrust or just used as a weapon of ass destruction to get a gap on anyone holding your wheel.