and thus the congregation must come to me.”
Miss Mia Sopaipilla finds our temporal shenanigans irksome.
“Go away at once. That you find it necessary to fiddle with your timepieces is of no concern to me. I will let you know in no uncertain terms when your services are required.”
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Yep. Maile was still on her own time this morning. As in “hey, you, get your ass of bed and feed the cat. That’s me, the cat!”
Duffy says, “I don’t need no stinking daylight savings time.”
Yup, I’m not a fan of DST either. The only thing worse is the idea of making it year-round. However, being retired, DST doesn’t affect me much anymore. I get up at the same time even though the clock says it’s an hour later. Likewise for going to bed. And I never book morning appointments, on the rare occasions when I need to see someone about something.
I am not a morning person. Fifteen years of working mostly 4 p.m.-1 a.m. will do that to you. Even as a kid I struggled with early rising for swim meets, paper route, school, and whatnot.
Thirty-odd years with Herself have beaten some of that out of me — she gets up at dark-thirty and gets right down to bidness — but it’s still not safe to engage with me until I’ve had at least one cup of coffee.
I’m no fan of mornings. Which is why I don’t mind if the daylight gets postponed to evening. I got a lot of long summer rides in after work back in the day. But with retirement approaching fast, I no longer have a dog in this fight. I get up when I get up and go outside when I go outside.
Since regard themselves as gods to be served by humans, it only makes sense that the worshippers come to her. After all, isn’t that what you do twice a day?
If I come back, I think I’d like to be a cat. Dogs have that whole work-ethic thing going on. Gotta go outside when it’s cold and/or wet. Yeah, a cat, for sure.
I would be the dog. Dogs know where they stand in the family and they accept the status that has been achieved. Scratch my belly and I’ll rip the gonads from an intruder, while the cat sleeps.
Cats. Since CATS regard blah blah blah.
We love DST here in Dairyland. Of course it’s not useful here for a few more weeks. Ms. B and I rode bikeies north on the Glacial River Trail past a lovely place called Koshkonong to Fort Atkinson. Sunny and high fifties with a light south breeze.
Tomorrow we get 2 inches to shovel, and 30 mph gusts. Nuthin but a party, baby!
That Glacial River Trail looks nice. I see that it goes right by the infamous Fireside Theater.
Here’s a classic Rail Trail in the west that one of these days I’m going to go up and ride.
Sorry about the pdf map coming up. I’d intended for the link to simply be displayed.
No worries, Hoss. You never know what will and what won’t display on a WordPress blog. The elves keep moving shit around behind the curtains. I have effected repairs.
Thanks Shawn. I didn’t know that the Fireside had renown anywhere outside the locale. Kind of a weird dinner theatre in the round, dedicated mostly (in my experience) to parting you from every sheckel you walked in with.
I actually don’t know anything about the Fireside other than seeing and seeming to recall that name when I was looking at the Glacial River Trail on goggly maps. It seemed then that I recalled hearing the Fireside Theater name on NPR or somewhere similar. But after looking at their website (after I had written my first comment to you), that may not have been the case. It does seem as though it would be easy to part with my entire weekly dishwasher paycheck there.
A trip to the Fireside was an exercise in patience and restraint. We went when daughter was in elementary school, so maybe 12ish years ago. Afternoon matinee at the dinner theater consisted of a meal of ordinary banquet food you’d get at your garden variety wedding reception followed by the play.
Of course the “restaurant” and the “theater” events were scheduled about 2 hrs apart, and walking form one place to the other was to run a gauntlet of “shops”. Lots of ’em, as I recall. All designed to pry the bucks our of your pockets, for trinkets, kinda Disney style.
I don’t plan on going back anytime soon.
The wind. The wind. O, lawd, the wind. It’s been nuts here. With all the pollen around and about a fella has another reason to mask up. It keeps the allergens from sandblasting your snoot.
The wind stinks, and that’s for certain. I assume Hal is up to his elbows in snow.
Hal sez the wind was busy up around Weirdcliffe too, so it’s hard to take an accurate reading. Four inches here, a foot there. School is canceled for the day.
JD and Steve up north are the ones who will be reporting the heavy snowfall. Last I heard I-25 was closed between north B-burg and Castle Rock, and Fort Fun was getting pounded.
The view from Hal’s rancheroo. | Photo: Hal Walter
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Weird storm. Wind wasn’t half what we expected. And it rained for 3-4 hours before it started snowing, so there’s another 4-6 inches of snow we didn’t get.
Wish I had a dramatic photo to share. Mostly cloudy here, so not much to add that isn’t in the Coloradoan.
Check out this article from The Coloradoan.
We rode out the storm in the kitchen, making green chile stew (Denver Junior League cookbook) and baking bread from a mother-daughter 4H recipe that grandma sent the kids. Whole wheat + buttermilk is the not-very-secret secret amongst western Nebraska farmers. MIL makes the best bread and these amazing 100% whole wheat blueberry muffins that are incredibly simple.
Apologies for weighing in late here. Did 5 snow-blowing efforts over the blizzard timeframe just to keep up.
My non-scientific measurement here in the Black Forest at 7500′ MSL was ~40″ . Drifts of 60″. The folks who do our streets’ snow removal, normally with trucks and blades, got stuck and had to bring in bulldozers to do the work.
Another 2″ – 4″ expected tonight. Moisture!! Springtime in the Rockies!! 🙂
Puts some water in the Rio Grande watershed, amirite?
Hope the Western slopes got the same. The Colorado need some water bad.
Wowza, that’s a bunch of snow, JD. Any sledding, snowshoeing, skiing, or snow-fort manufacture going on? I saw some pix of tipped-over snowplows, which must’ve been something to see live and in person, especially if you were the poor sod driving the plow.
Our grand-daughters (ages 5 and 4) were out enjoying the snow — sledding, snow angels, snowmen, snowballs, etc. What’s bad news for some is good news for others, eh? 🙂
Wind has been blowing all night. Howling, actually, with frequent gusts over 30 mph and no rain. Shit is still blowing. Wind and an itching suture line woke me up at 0130 and on the wrong side of the bed. In like a lion and out like a lamb, heh? I’m going to shoot both, clean, and BBQ the sumbitches.