More snow on the ground.

I could have gotten out earlier and blown the snow off, but it had not quite stopped the last time I looked. It seems to have stopped at this point, and it probably stopped shortly after I checked, given that it appears no real accumulation occurred between then and now. I must admit to be becoming a bit tired of removing the stuff. Once a week, fine. Three, four, and fives days a week, even several times each day on several of those days to boot, gets a bit old. If I have to do it, though, I feel pleased that I can help out some of the neighborhood. I have the time, and I have always enjoyed helping others out, I just finally have enough on the ball to get out and do so. Oh, I ended up sipping three beers. It really was quite nice.

I received an email from my teacher. It seems classes were called off moments after I sent my email. In spite of checking the colleges webpage, I saw nothing indicating this had been done. I am a bit miffed at the school about this. I suppose I will get over it, perhaps even survive and flourish. I am pretty sure we will get through the material, what could they do otherwise (without a refund anyway)? Still, with this many lost days, and so far, it has actually been difficult to stay on track. Reading ahead is asking for a punch in the nose and mucho confusion. Huh? Yeah, that, exactly. What? Okay, I will stop that.

I have been spending 12 hours or more blowing snow this week, so I have not messed with skiing. Skiing has several interests, in part as an exercise activity, in part to test cold weather gear, in part as a skill I wish to master for real world use. Though, of course, I learn nothing about skiing by not doing, I do get the other two managed. As well, when I tell a teacher I do not wish to risk driving, I mean it. School IS a joy for me, mostly. So, risking the roads to ski just has not been a priority. It is not completely the icy conditions, or potential for ice, though those are considerations, it is mostly the idiots who think front wheel drive vehicles are good enough for the conditions (often while talking away on a cell phone!). I really have not seen four wheel drive vehicles out being macho, I have seen subcompacts trying to prove they are equal to my vehicle. And worse, I have seen sports cars out “having fun”. Idiots, I pretty much put my Camaro SS up for the winter, it is absolutely useless and very dangerous to me and everyone else on the road. There is no driving slow enough with it (though I miss it dearly, I wish I could have kept it for summer fun).

Just a tip, if you see a vehicle that weighs three times what your vehicle weighs, it is geared for four wheel drive and obviously well suited to that, and it has wheels that are obviously superb on snow, do not push that vehicle by riding his bumper, idiot. If I am going 25 in a 40, it is for a reason. For one thing, I would love to have a better than stock bumper, and should I be a little… unhappy, you will end up buying it for me. And, really, it probably will just be paint you bother on my vehicle (good enough to get me a new bumper though), while your car and insurance will be a real mess. Plus, you might end up buying me a top grade (steel) under-shielding, solid rock-crawling suv skis, that bumper, and maybe a little vacation somewhere, like a wild ski/hunt/camp week in Colorado, Utah, Alaska, or somewhere away from your ilk. Can you say… “Ouch, my neck!”? Just a thought, friend. Too bad I actually have a conscience. Life could be so easy, without even trying because so many people are stupid that being there when they are is half the trick, or more.

The Nag called again. She is afraid of the weather, and is thinking she will not go. She believes I can get my money back with a 24 hour notice of cancellation (fine, so she called my bluff. I told her they said 1 week notice to receive a refund, in spite of not having been told any such thing and suspecting 24 hours myself, mostly to get her to just be quiet until it was a little closer, or sure, weatherwise. Sorry, but I feel the need to treat her like a kid sometimes). Anyway, I finally just tapped it out, I am going whether she goes or not, if the weather is even decent and probably going to remain that way for a full 24 to 36 hours. Actually, that, I think, worked. And really, if she is tired, she can check the one or two things she really wants to know, and I can have fun on my own, while she goes back and sleeps. I miss her, and dearly, but only when she is gone. Lulz