budduhns and midduhns

4 12 2009

The snow blower won’t start.  We can’t find the car scrapers buried in the junk piled in the garage.  Of course.  There are 100 school closings and this is the first snow we’ve had.  There is 8″ piled on the deck rail with another 3″ on the way.  The Beast thinks she died and went to doggie heaven.  She rolls in it.  She prances and leaps like she’s a reindeer or something.  She glups down mouth fulls.  She won’t come in the house.

The forecast says the next 8 days will be below average temps and above average precipitation -finishing the doom and gloom by saying “have a nice weekend.”  The gall…

There are six rooms to paint at Shop Girl’s new digs.  SIX!  Next Saturday is move in day.  Somewhere in all this in-between I have to get down to the Mrs.’ and make sure she’s OK.

The upside is that our unfinished landscaping projects in the front of the house (and the back for that matter) are cleverly disguised for the time being.  I feel less shame now not being assaulted by the gorgeous green of the neighbors re-seeded lawn. There will be another Spring right?

It’s a perfect lake effect snowfall.  Clinging to every branch – gently stacked on every horizontal surface.  It could make for some really great pictures.  Seriously, I’m trying my best to find every positive spin to put on my present reality.  Midduhns and budduhns.  Bud-duhns and mid-duhns.  This ain’t LA.

Best Boy and Mimi drove back to the sunshine, Santa Anas and shooters.  He was at the office yesterday when they got word to lock down the facility because there was a gunman loose in the neighborhood after a robbery.  Two days ago I found myself checking facebook every few hours to see pictures of their roadtrip.  Would they run into bad weather?  Would the car run well?  Would they be awake enough for all the driving?  Knowing they were back in LA, I took myself off the worry hook.  Stupid me…they live in LA!

I’m trying to be a grown up about this season…this season of life and this particular season of the year.  It is messy.  It is gray.  There is barely enough time between storms to catch my breath.  I wasn’t prepared for this much this fast. I’ll do better focusing on the big picture.  It won’t last forever.  It will melt.  Things will change.  There will be blue skies again.

Thanks Mimi for being such a great hand model during our photo shoot of the Mitten State.  Sorry you missed seeing it in all its glory.  Maybe you should go over the pronunciation guide before you come back.

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