What the Hell Am I Doing Here?

[drpaisley]

I was busily cutting out some more of the neverending supply of pre-masked cut vinyl letters this afternoon when Darre// stuck his head in the laminating room. He had his jacket on, so I figured he was telling me he was heading home. Instead, he told me that when I got to a stopping point, I could punch out and go home. It was about 2.45p, and I was mightily confused. For a brief moment I thought he had forgotten what day it was, and was thinking it was Xmas Eve. I shut down things and went across to the office, and asked Jon what he had been told, which was basically what I got. We figured it was because the weather is going to go to shit here, but that hasn't prevented him from keeping us all day with much worse weather happening at the time.

So I came home, and discovered the front stairs were coated with a lovely clear layer of ice. I went over Home Despot and picked up snow melt (that's snow melt, not sermelt) and de-icing washer fluid. I used mot of onwe of the bags of melt on the driveway, walk and stairs. We're supposed to get a rain/snow mix this evening, turning to snow overnight, but only 1-2" accumulation. Clear for Xmas Eve and Xmas day, which will make the trips to Lawrene easier.

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[the-snowgoose.livejournal.com]

5 times a week I ask myself the very same question! Like the Wonderland (red) album, "I still haven't found what I'm looking for!"