We got 4 or 5 inches of snow yesterday and this morning it's -12 degrees, with a -30 windchill. Our crappy aluminum windows have frozen and my office looks like the interior of the Rebel Alliance's base on Hoth. When I got up this morning Opie was sleeping on the bed and his fur was cold, and when I petted him he asked me for a second fur coat for Christmas. Today is the winter solstice as well, the official start of winter. Three more months of fun!
Why couldn't this winter have occurred last year, while I was tucked safely away in mild Boise, Idaho? They'd only plowed three times since 1989.
Oh well. Luckily I have that fur coat P-Diddy gave me at the Grammy's...I think it's made out of ox fur. It smells musky.
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- David Oppegaard
- St. Paul, Minnesota
- I am the author of And the Hills Opened Up, The Suicide Collectors, and Wormwood, Nevada.
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8 comments:
Hoth - ha!
Welcome home, Bloggy!
Yeah. No kidding.
What color fur coat does Opie want?
wait a second. it says -11 degrees this morning. I thought today was supposed to be warmer?
It's way too cold for my liking either. :)
Maybe we should all go on weather strike. I'll ask the cat to draw up the papers and then we'll all go to Trinidad to body surf.
Yes, Opie's good at drawing up papers. Or is that sitting on papers?
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