This morning I deliver the mini-van to Eric’s for glass replacement and encounter our eggman (The Eggman, one of Charlie’s favorites — he leaves Charlie a sausage or jerky treat every time he drops off our egg order). Then I walk home in lightly falling snow, sharp cold, but no wind for a change.
Category: walkabout / local
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Brief blizzard this morning, then a sudden (slightly) warming spell. Off to walk the Abominable Snow Dog this afternoon. As the snow depth is 6 – 8 inches and more in drifted areas, Charlie’s way of negotiating is to bounce from a previously-established track to another. He occasionally becomes high-centered, but quickly springs free.
rDay Six-Hundred-Fifty-Four: Epilogue
By nine pm or thereabouts, the wind settles down enough for a brisk Charlie-walk through the snowdrifts around the chilly, empty EOU campus.
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WC Fields gets it right [from “The Fatal Glass of Beer” (1933)] …
… because this is what we are experiencing, today, worst winter day so far …
Nevertheless, around 2pm we make a trip to 103 and then to the library:
rDay Six-Hundred-Fifty-Three: High Winds and the Blizzard Bus
In hopes that my complaints can reach the ears of those who are in control of such things, I must continue to note that the local weather is despicable. Herewith, I document the action of wind gusts approaching 50 mph (admittedly, a still photograph may not be quite as effective as video would have been in depicting this phenomenon …). 
Was visiting Eric today and while manhandling a cardboard carton (containing minivan window glass) of about 2′ x 5′, we were nearly taken aloft by a sudden gust. I spun on the ice but we somehow stayed afoot and avoided a costly accident, keeping the glass intact.
Also making a visit to my old workplace (where yet another incident of spontaneous glass shatter had taken place, by the way), I saw a rare sight across the way in the railroad premises. Knowing jack about trains, I nevertheless could see that this was an unusual configuration — an engine pulling a “Service Unit” car and a “Blizzard Bus” car — so had to walk over to the tracks to investigate. A subsequent Google search came up with this Union Pacific site page that briefly offered this definition: “Blizzard buses are modified cabooses used to store supplies and provide shelter for crews”.
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Possibly you are unable to detect and experience the frigid cold and the bitter wind from these photographs. Temp is predicted at sub/minus/negative zero tonight. A time for Netflix (wrapping up “Four Seasons in Havana”) and comfort food.
Btw, are you SAD?
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Ivi, home from Seattle for the holiday week, exercises her professional dog-walking touch, undaunted by snow and cold. Charlie approves.
































