Feh. Typical Bibleburg snow. Not enough to shovel, but too much to broom. And 13 degrees to boot, with a brisk wind out of the east. I note that it is 52 and partly sunny in Las Cruces, N.M. Yet I am here instead of there. I will never be smart.
I’m putting off the ride to nowhere as long as possible. Didn’t I burn some calories shifting snow from here to there? Sure I did. Counts as exercise, I don’t care what anyone says. And anyway, we broke fast with a revoltingly healthy meal of oatmeal, toast and orange juice, largely because we are out of eggs, sausage and potatoes. Stick that in your heart-rate monitor. Pfffbbblllpphhh.
Speaking of heart-healthy food and New Mexico, if I were there, I wouldn’t have had to spend too many blisteringly cold minutes just now roasting up some green chile on the back deck. I could’ve simply bundled up and toddled on down to Tia Sophia, The Shed or La Choza to knock back a couple or six warming tequilas while waiting for someone else to do the heavy lifting, chile-wise. Instead, the neighbors are treated to the all-too-familiar sight of the block whacko, clad like Peary at the Pole, frantically flipping chiles on the gas grill in a wind chill of minus-3 so he can whip up some chicken enchiladas in green chile sauce to treat his pneumonia.
Mad Blog Media 
Ya know, Patrick, there [i]are[/i] some ball games on today. You can burn some calories yelling at the TV and doing 12 ounce curls between referees’ “calls.”
Sweepable snow in Boulder, perfect conditions for studded commuter Nokians or Schwalbes on your cross bikes. It’s 26 degrees and relatively calm at 3 PM. Of course, here on Shanahan Ridge, calm is always relative.
Looking at the chiles is torture; I’m in the limited diet week before a colonoscopy and tomorrow starts no solid food. Getting old, 68, really does suck.
Isn’t shoveling snow one of the best ways to get a heart attack? Even if it’s not true, it’s not worth taking the chance.
Trade ya fer some record snow and wind chill warning weather here in the tropical Duluth, MN. The snow blower is going to need a mid season oil change and spark plug at this rate. Global warming, my frozen ass!!!
Six inches or more in BombTown so far today and I shoveled the place out twice (w/o chest pains this time). Almost a foot of the white stuff fell today up at 9,000 feet just four miles west of town. So after shoveling out the driveway and sidewalk, it was up the mountain to do some cross-country skiing. Sure beats the Ride to Nowhere on those rollers.
p.s.
As a fellow member of Wackos Outside on the Grill in January, all I can say is “bundle up and make sure a bottle of good red wine is on the table inside”.
Khal,
PPS. And a bottle outside doesn’t hurt, either.
No skiing for us this weekend – pretty good snow cover but freezing rain from midnight Friday until Saturday midday. No way we could get out to the lake for some hiking. By suppertime Sat it was -5. Right now as I head out to the salt mines, it’s 6 degrees. The old heat pump is earning its keep this month.
We had a scare last night in Seattle: three inches between 4:00 and 9:00 PM.
Fortunately this morning, it’s warmed up and rained some already. Feels like we really dodged a bullet there. Whew!
oooh, a food blog from the dog! Bone Apetit!
So, when will you start growing all that yourself? Made it to work on the bike today ~24 degrees when I left the house, nuggets a little cool upon arrival…coworkers think I’m nuts.