This morning I actually slept in a bit. I had a dream that Summa got her license and came to my house. I had to get in the back because she had a guy in the front seat and one in the back. I thought this was odd, it was even odder when I realized that they’re Pete Townshend and Roger Daltrey of the Who. Seriously. The remaining living members of the Who are in Summa’s car. I was cool with it, to say the least. We ended up going out to for ice cream and played darts at a big house in the hills. I remember they assured me that they weren’t going to turn into the remaining members of the Bee Gees and then I woke up saying, “Yah, I expected as much from Summa.”
I woke up and went about reformatting the TV Computer after the external modem I bought wasn’t xp compatible. It caused serious driver issues, no matter what I did, so I ended up reformatting. Then I put the wrong device drivers on and decided to give up for the afternoon because I had to go to the dentist. Just a cleaning. They found a possible cavity on a tooth with a filling in it so they’re going to replace my metal filling with a colored one. I hope they pick orange.
When I went into the dentist it was 40 degrees and raining. When I came out it was hailing quite a bit and getting cold. I stopped for gas across the street and by the time I had paid my $17 for a tank of gas, it had turned to snow. I made it to the mall, thinking nothing of the snow since it couldn’t possibly stick as it had been above freezing for two days. By the time I was done getting my new external modem (and the movie “Tommy Boy” on DVD), it was heavy wet snow and there was a half inch on the road.
It’s about a half hour drive home from the mall. The station wagon of doom isn’t the greatest in snow. I couldn’t change lanes because I started to fishtail when I crossed over the lines. I was pretty good otherwise, but then visibility started to get really bad because everyone was throwing up a lot of moisture. In the middle of the foggy snowy ride I hear a snap and the little band on my glasses breaks and one of my lenses is now on my lap. So I’m now driving through the fog over the heavily covered snow with strange 3-d visuals as one eye is seeing the world great and the other eye is slightly off. I think I finally saw the dolphins and the sailboat. Digressing.
I get to our hill and I notice no one has plowed yet. I notice this because there was an inch of ice in the turn lane just to make the turn and more on the hill. I look up the hill and see that there’s a bunch of tire tracks through the snow so I figure that I can make it up. I start up the really steep slope and I know I’m in trouble. I mean I’m in the snow with driving with one eye open because I think some crazy 3-d picture is going to pop up at me like on one of those joke eye test websites already, how worse can it get? I sort of get up the hill. I mean I guess I did, but how I did it — zig zagging from one gutter to the other like a my heavily sedated father trying to drive is another story altogether.
So I get to a flat portion and notice that as I go further up the mountain there are less and less tire tracks to get my tires into because the sane people have given up and gone back down the mountain. I get to another steep portion and it’s another zig zag pattern. I could see my tracks in the snow behind me and I just know some cop is going to find them and follow them and give me a breathalyzer test. I almost nailed a bunch of mailboxes but it was their own fault, they should have run a little faster when they saw me coming. The garbage cans missed me completely! They knew not to mess with me!
I finally get home and calmly go inside the house. I check on my dad and he asks how the drive was, I, of course, say “Uneventful” and leave it at that.
2 hours later the road has been plowed and it’s wet out there. About 2 inches of snow. I have to go to work in 10 minutes and hopefully, yes hopefully, it’ll have stopped snowing tomorrow by 1 PM when I have to go get my glasses fixed.
Say a prayer or something for me or get Michael Jackson to lift the voodoo curse.
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