Decided to just stay home today , but that left the solstice party dilemma.
Should I go to the trouble to chain up the Volvo?
(We don't have recommended traction devices for the Prius.)
Just for the party?
So when I get done fooling around with this toy, M tells me that the blood bank is running low on Dracula food and we should go help out.
It's not hard to don the Marleys, really, so that's what I did.
With the clankers on,we got down the hill tikkety-boo. (?)
After a couple miles on the flat the there-but-for-the-weakest-links got a little annoying and, frankly, redundant.
We pulled into a convenient parking lot to remove the aforementioned pneumatic snowshoes.
Easy enough to unhook, but driving off the darn things resulted in one of them
(the right side) to jam on a little and absolutely useless knob of metal on the rear suspension just inside the tire that has no raison d'etre other than to confound the donning and doffing of the bracelets-des-roules.
Fortunately, Meredith managed to wiggle the darn thing out of its hiding place.
Good work, Meredith.
No problem after that getting to the blood bank.
Where I donated for the first time.
I always meant to but I was afraid that a bad sense of humor might be a blood borne malady.
I can't imagine what a horror it might be to wake up from some serious surgery thinking like me.
But they didn't seem to be concerned about that.
On the way home we stopped at Fred Meyers in Renton for some bunker munchies.
What a busy place. The express lines wended halfway across the store.
And the snow started up again, adding to the anxiety.
Fortunately, we made it to the steps on Rainier where we could park on the flat and leave the car until the spring thaw (most likely Monday if not before)
The short sweet life of a significant snowfall hereabouts.
So I'm not entirely sure if I'm going to make it to the party, but I've got a couple hours to thing about it.
I'm not supposed to drink alcohol for a bit.
I'd have to drive home in the dark.
Last night I weighed myself and found that the winter regimen of cookies salami and horizontality had had it's inevitable consequence.
So, if a pint's a pound, I've gained a bit on that eh wot?
I sorta hate to disillusion you about that dramatic picture that is the hook for this post, but it's not snow.
Actually it's shot through Silver falls (Oregon)
Be sumpin' if it was,eh?
O.K. that's that.
I've got to drink a lot of liquids and not lift anything heavy for awhile.