You’ve got to be kidding.

I’m not going to go looking anything up, since that would probably only be even more depressing,  but I just have this *feeling* that this is just about the nastiest March Break that I’ve ever experienced.

Back in the day when I’d work during March Break,  I’m sure I recall going outside in my shirt sleeves and not wanting to race back inside right away.  I mean,  you couldn’t necessarily stay outside in shirtsleeves for all that long,  but at least it wasn’t a blinding snow storm.

This is from this morning.

Yes,  this morning.  Not back in January. That would make more sense.

I’ve been out.  Did as much running around as absolutely necessary,  and that’s it.   Ain’t going out again until T.C. calls.  The Merc doesn’t mind the snow,  so she’ll likely stay at work for the duration,  whereas they’ve by now sent a few folks home already. 

You may have skipped over the part where I said, “worked during March Break”,  but yes, it was never my intention to head to an airport or the border during March Break.  It was one of the minor advantages of not being a part of the academic staff at any school where I worked. 

Hey, you have to take whatever good bits that are handed to you when you can.

The preference was to take about 10 days some time in mid-December and go off to some place warm.  Coincidently that was also the time when all the teachers would be hard at work getting their report cards ready.  And I’d be heading south.  Oh well.

There was some name calling.  I’m thick skinned.  And it was more along the lines of mock indignation.  As opposed to the feeling of REAL indignation of getting a f**king snow storm half way through March. 

And here I promised myself I wouldn’t start cussin’ or anything.  Can’t be helped.

 

Just a word to those in the south,  thinking they’ll need to be heading back here soon?  I don’t know man,  but you’d better hope you’ve got the proper wardrobe ready.  That’s all I’ll say.

Do they even make winter tires for RVs?   I guess I’d have to look that up.

 

Speaking of those who might need to come back in the next month or so,  I stole this idea from the internet the other day.  You know who you are.

 

This was last night’s meal that I cooked on the Weber,  but the food idea was something I saw cooking on someone else's blog. 

I thought,  “Hey, I can do something like that!”,  which is the crux of my “cooking skills”.  If it looks dead simple,  I might be able to pull it off.  That’s all I got.  It was chicken instead of sausages, not that I have any issues with sausages or anything,  but we had those the previous night.  I don’t take a picture of the grill every night.  I have enough pictures of snow to try most anyone’s patience,  so I’m not going to get carried away with the meals any time soon.

The asparagus had a liberal coating of Balsamic Vinegar,  and the slices of Sweet Potato got the Olive Oil treatment. Along with some seasoning.  Chicken = BBQ sauce.

 

I told myself I wasn’t going to start shovelling until the snow lets up, it’s already past 2:30 p.m.  and it doesn’t look like I’ll be out there anytime soon.   *mumble*

I’ll stop now,  before I feel the urge to start cussing again.

Well,  I suppose unless we have an earthquake it can’t get any worse, right? 

Forget I said that,  could be a bad omen.

 

Keep your powder dry.

 

Thanks for lookin’.

 

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