It's Blizzardalicious out there, though the wind has died down. We were getting gusts of 40 MPH, and a couple of inches of snow dropped in about an hour. Visability was down to about 50 feet, no lie. I actually find this heartening. We usually only get these mini blizzards in the Spring, so it must be coming. Of course we'll be getting these for about 4 months now, but at least we know that some warmth will come to the high hills.
You can kinda see how nice it was this morning in this picture:
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The funny of this picture is not the weather at all, but rather the asking price of this van:
This is some kinda joke, right? Its awfully self-depreciating if it is. Not that I haven't had crap rigs before. I had the $800 wonder truck, that had 250,000 miles on it, and broke down every three weeks (guarenteed). I had the 78 Dodge Dart that ran only 5 of the 12 months I had it, and I finally unloaded it when I had radiator fluid an inch deep on the floor of the cab. I really wish that I had the sense of humor to put an outragious for sale sign in the window of that beast.
Regardless, Spring is coming, snow is falling and its Friday. Thats okay with me. I've stocked provisions for the blessed event, and I'm warm and comfy in front of the binary box.
(The damn cat keeps flipping the rocker switch on my chair. I go to lean back and *BAM*, good posture enforcement drops like a hammer. I hate that. If I want to slouch, just let me, 'kay?)
I appear to be rambling, and indeed I am. Its Friday, after all. I spend the week getting up between 4 and 5 in the morning, and by the end, I have the mental power of a border collie in a studio apartment. No, probably not even that much. But all is well, for this is the weekend ... no, I mean THE weekend. Sunday is the High Holy day.
I'll post more later, when I've had some sleep, or some chips, or some sleep and some chips. I think I'll go watch Buffy now. (Have you ever wondered how barren life would be without syndication? I never watched Buffy when it was actually, like, on. But now I do. Life is funny like that.)
Ending note: Go say Hi to Jennifer over at Big Skies. She's fairly new to blogging and fairly new to Montana. Plus, she's a typepad user, which proves her enormous good sense.
Its still snowing, but very gently. Almost hypnotic ... falling so sooft;ly ... commmin dow ....