I've read that it's
a
myth (created by Franz
Boaz)
that Eskimos have a bunch of different words for
snow , like that timeless
myth about lemmings marching off the cliff
(created
by Disney of all things).
So this morning I was wishing that English had more words
for snow or more words for freezing rain anyway. My car
door locks were frozen. Big surprise. This storm was
first predicted to be a huge nor'easter with heavy wet
snow accumulating to 15 inches then it was predicted to
be nothing but rain. It was neither. The 2 or 3 inches of
heavy wet snow on my car this morning were layered
between two slick layers of ice. It makes for interesting
times scraping it off the car, especially if one has left
one's gloves inside the car the night before.
Aaaarrrrrggghhh!
The past few weeks have seemed both
extraordinarly long and extraordinarily short. I no
longer feel quite oriented to my place in the space time
continuum. Things have gotten strange at the current
employer, which I still haven't thought of a clever name
for, in ways that result in lots more work on tight
deadlines all of a sudden along with a sudden spate of
meetings and interviews of candidates so that the traffic
from conference room to conference room seems a lot like
a French bedroom farce. The other night I woke up in the
middle of the night laughing. Just laughing. I have no
idea what I was laughing at. I can only assume it had
something to do with laughing to keep from going insane.
Meanwhile, there's been so much
weather of so many different forms that the challenge of
getting from point A to point B varies not only from day
to day but from the morning commute to the evening
commute. It's especially fun when the Merrimack Valley is
having its own weather so the type of challenge varies by
which stretch of I-495 you're on.
If I've done anything more
interesting than get from point A to point B or take over
a project in the middle from someone who left abruptly or
try to think up more words for freezing rain, I'm not
sure I remember it. We did make it to Trident Booksellers
Cafe to celebrate our anniversary (11 years!) last
weekend. That was certainly more fun than work or
commuting...
Remind me not to leave the gloves
or the lock de-icer in the car overnight
again.
