Between the snow and rain yesterday, and the snow today, there is a mess to deal with. I shoveled last night, shoveling since it was late when I finally got around to doing anything (as it seemed to stop and I had hoped to get some of it done, plus I wanted to leave without tracking through snow). Oh well, by the time I made it to the grocery store, then had a breakfast, snow had started falling again, and so heavy that it was as if I had not shoveled. Oh well, it was good to get out, and I really needed what I bought.
My lady friend had thought to cancel our weekend event. She had heard that we were to have snow from now to 9 or 10 days out. I just happened to be looking at one of my three online weather sites, so I suggested she allow me to check. No, she had to go, but wondered if I could check and call back. Done, no snow at least three days before our departure date, and then a light snow at that. So, I called back and let her know if she just does not wish to go, that would be fine too. It seems it was just the incorrect weather reports (gossip) she had heard. So, the thing is on.
It rained, yesterday, before class. Then it snowed. Hovering at freezing, the weather was just too much of a stretch. I have a 4x4, but I see no reason to drive on ice, or even risk it. So, I emailed my instructor several hours before class and just explained that I would not be to school. I have heard nothing back, so I am not sure if I am in trouble or not.
Oh, at Bane’s, I keep having a difficulty when I hear women being touted as combatants. He asked why, and I really had to think about it. Up to this point, it has just been a knee-jerk reaction, literally pretty much. I did not really want to look at it, but went ahead and thought about it. I think there are three primaries with a minor thing that tugs me to react so staunchly. The first is that, at 10 or 11, 5’11” and a little over a hundred pounds, I had had enough of beatings from my mother. She, at the time, was 5’11” and 160 (at least, overweight but strong for a woman, having been a farm girl). When she finished that one, I turned around and told her if she tried to do that again, I would take her down, and meant it. So foolish was this, and probably many, women, that I knew it was bound to happen. So, as an 11 year old, I had to be the man of the house, and get myself into a foster home. And, yes, she probably did deserve it. Second, after watching my Mom get smacked down like a child by my adoptive father, I have no doubt about things. He was not a fighter, he had nothing that made him any different from any other normal guy, and my mother was a farm girl, a tough one, definitely a bit of a tom boy too. Next is that, though I always have kept myself in line, if some woman is stupid enough to punch me, I will show her why she should never ever do that. I have rage from many sources. Having to put up with women is not a small one. Especially when women actually think they are anything like my equal. I just think it a great folly to try and get women to think they have any chance at real combat equality. Oh, last, the extra. I have a cousin who decided to go into wrestling. I am quite sure they put her on hormones, testosterone or hgh, maybe both. She was able to compete, dosed up so much she looked like a boy, though she ended up tearing out a shoulder joint after only a few years of this (now she, again, looks more like her Mom than her Dad). Anyway, when she got married, she tried to compete with her husband, a cop. Guess what, she lost her ass, probably literally. Ok, having said that, I will no longer comment at Bane’s about this. I am pretty sure I have taken care of my part of my problem, or at least I have identified the problems. Well, he did ask, and… I did not know until I thought about it.
Oh, I am not sure I have seen every comment I made. But I have seen quite a few. I think next time I will disassemble my access to the internet next time! How embarrassing, how rude, how crude, I have no defense. If it means anything, it was great fun, I think… I was adding salt to my beer, I was very thirsty, 10 beers went down in 2 hours or less, I think. I am glad I forgot I have fine whiskey, fine gin, fine vodka, and superb scotch.
Update:
It is snowing so fast, I cannot keep up with the snow blower. I did much of what I usually do, clearing one neighbors whole drive (their vehicle was gone), and part of the other neighbor’s driveway, plus quite a bit of sidewalk. However, as I was finishing my drive, a neighbor to my north about 3 houses came by and asked how much. At first, I thought… this guy must be stoned, he has to see I have a monster snow blower. Now, I figured he meant the other way, but I thought it best to just let him speak his peace. It ends up he needed my help. He was doing his place, by hand. The snow was too heavy (wet) for his snow blower. This was fine, but there was a problem, he needed to take care of his Mother’s drive, and he had to be to work soon. Never a problem, really. Someone is taking care of my Mother’s snow removal, I consider this a type of return. He insists on offering me money, much to my chagrin, but I end up taking it (I had little choice). Well, I will use the money for gas. He says he is a griller too, and promised to take care of me this summer. Heck, I can do that. I had been hoping to get something like a street party, but I did not know any of the black guys. Yeah, it is difficult, for me, to reach out. So, we will see this summer.
Well, I think I will have a beer or two. No worries, that is all I have, and it is all I am interested in having. Okay, maybe 4 beers. Oh, well, at least I did not have a hangover last time. Beer usually will not give me one though, even if I drink a case (unless I then drink some hard stuff too, on top of it). After working, and with 8 inches on the ground for a good part of that work, it was harder work this time, beer is a great treat.
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