Brrr
Posted by Karen in Day to Day.Friday, February 17th, 2006 at 12:49 pm
At noon today it was 9 below zero with a windchill of 35 below. At noon. I just had to share that.
At noon today it was 9 below zero with a windchill of 35 below. At noon. I just had to share that.
What’s that you ask? Why, it’s french toast stuffed with cheese, veggie ham, sausage and bacon. My favorite breakfast in the whole world. But what really seals the deal on this Valentine’s Day breakfast are the powdered sugar hearts on top. I once told Nate that rather than a bouquet of flowers from the grocery store for Valentine’s Day, I’d prefer he spend 5 minutes doing something easy but sweet. He’s a creative guy, I knew he had it in him. And ohhhh, how he nailed it this year. Powdered sugar hearts just made my whole day. I’m all a-flutter.
This morning when I stepped outside to take Bruno for his morning walk, I immediately noticed that the park and everything in front of me was filled with smoke. I could tell that it was coming from the south, and my first thought was that the park building was on fire. We started off in that direction, and right away I saw fire trucks at the end of the next block. The four-plex apartment building on the corner was ablaze! The entire roof and upper story was engulfed in flames and they were shooting water at it from several directions. There were emergency vehicles, firefighters, news reporters, and bystanders filling the streets. We kept walking, a
nd about a half hour later when we passed by again on our way home, the fire didn’t look any closer to being put out. Apparently the fire started around 7am, and it was probably about 8:30 or 9 when Bruno and I got done with our walk. Here is a local news story describing the fire. Apparently the smoke could be seen for miles. I just returned from lunch with Nate, Cody and a couple of the Chicago boys who were in town, and this time when I passed by all but one smaller emergency vehicle were gone and the fire appeared to be out. But now what? I can’t stop thinking about those families and how their lives just changed so drastically in the blink of an eye. All of their possessions gone, the roof over their heads literally gone. Yo
u see or read stories in the news about house fires from time to time, but it’s funny how much more you think about it when it happens so close to your own home.
Well, at least one of us was happy – Wild: 2, Avs: 4… Actually, I think we all were pretty happy, it was a great games and some awesome goals. My first live hockey game, in fact! Good stuff…
Whew. Where has the Duo Team been? All around. It’s been a hectic but awesome holiday "break" for both of us. A la LSchroe, here’s some stats on the trip:
Hours driving round-trip |
29 |
Trained pigs seen |
3 |
Brewery tasting rooms visited |
2 |
Beers consumed during party |
5 ft3 of empties |
Lakes visited while snowshoeing |
3 |
Brewpubs visited |
2 |
Jigsaw puzzles completed |
2 |
Sisters pushed into the snow |
1 |
Piñatas broken |
1 |
Weight gained |
1-3 lbs each |
Hours spent watching the dogs wrestle |
18 |
Pictures taken |
326 |
Good times had |
Did they ever stop?? |
A few of those may be slightly off, we’ll see when the offical numbers come in.
… In other news, the Pinolera is visiting Duo Team World Headquarters for the next few weeks, and we’ve already wasted no time getting the important things done. That is, brewing beer, and taking her to our favorite brewpub. I’m hoping to set up a guest blogging account for her and she can post some pictures of the historic brother-sister brew session…
Much love to the family and all friends, hope everyone is doing great! I promise to get back on the blogging track with some fun stuff soon!
The last couple of days have turned Minneapolis into a winter wonderland! While most people are cursing the snow, I’ve been cheering! I love seeing it, walking in it, even driving in it. More snow, more, more, more.
When I lived in Colorado, I could drive up into the mountains and count on there being enough snow to snowshoe any time I wanted. But here, you’ve gotta take advantage of it when it snows right away, because if it doesn’t melt, it will most likely turn heavy and sloppy or crusty and weird or just generally less cool. So I decided that, in spite of looming finals, because I finished my GIS project a whole day and a half early (that’s right folks, I said EARLY – it’s the new, improved, Karen 2005, look out!), I had earned some snowshoeing. Besides, the dog had to get walked anyway, right? So this morning bright and early Nate and I took Bruno up to this country club a couple of miles away that has a big ole golf course where I’ve gone sledding and where our friends snowshoe with their dog.
Ohh, what a way to start a day! The snow was so fresh and deep and perfect! It was our first outdoor adventure with Bruno, and the husky in him (he is TOO a husky Nate!) really showed as he romped around in the snow. It was so fun!
YAY WINTER!!! And to add to my winter joy, the ice is primed and we have our first broomball practice on Sunday. This is the Grim Sweeper’s year, I feel it.
So maybe that’s the point of this blog right now, to be the ballast in an otherwise confusing, hard, and painful world. Because, despite all the bitching we do about finals, work, and house projects, our life is a delicious slice of cake, devoured at our leisure, with all the good and such a tiny sprinkle of the bad it’s like it doesn’t exist. Where do I get off moaning about having to repaint our kitchen??? Still, that’s where things are right now. Maybe it’s our little struggles that help balance out the big ones, and in case it turns into the opposite I’m not going to sit here and wait for it. Luck, fate, or karma, I think the lesson from all those links above is to pay attention and BE in the moment you are in, with the people you love. That’s worth shooting for.
SO! On with the petty(ish) posts! Last night, in the limited time after I’d gotten home from work and Karen got home from her work, we were hit with some gang graffiti on our garage door. On the left is a shot I barely remembered to take halfway through covering it up. That paint, by the way, came with the house, marked as "garage trim". No, it’s not.
Anyway, it’s our first graffiti hit, surely not the last, although after a fair bit of research today I feel confident that the Sur 13 gang is most likely the only one to ever hit us, and they stick to blue. So, if we copy the wise advice of our neighbor Don, we will paint our door a dark color with some high sheen and be good to go. Worth a try, and anyway it needs something that matches. (incidentally, check out The Subconscious Art of Graffiti Removal. Start here, and check out the video. There’s a piece up the alley that’s been covered in the exact shape as the original – what’s the point then?)
So that was frustrating for a minute, but really just a belated "Welcome to Ward 9!" present. Now we’re really residents.
Finally, on seeing the red paint in the kitchen, a fellow blogger was heard to remark – "Isn’t that the same color it was?" To which I say, "no." A thousand times, "no." It was sickly orange. Ok, the orange worked originally, but not with our stuff. Check it out: before (left) and after (right). So. Cool.
You all be good and take care of yourselves and each other. I mean it!!!
Score: Doors 2, Duo Team 1.
Our garage doors hate winter. (I wonder why?) The main car door has started to jump its tracks – no real surprise as the garage is getting old and the cold / heat has started greatly influencing its shape. The tracks seem to have spread and the door just can’t quite meet the new width. But beyond that, even when I’m manually holding the jumped section in place, it will often act like it’s hit something and reverse itself at about 1′ from closing. And our in-car remotes won’t work again until it’s fully re-opened, a full 10 seconds at least. Worse than that, it seems to be totally beyond help from the car remotes, you have to get out into the garage where you can use the wall-mounted control to stop it as soon as it reverses, un-reverse it, and continue (if you’re lucky and it worked) on your merry way. This can slow down your morning by a whole 2 or 3 minutes. I know. Agony.
And the people door has started acting up too – the deadbolt no longer fits into its slot. For a while we could force it and get by with some aggresive key work, but this morning saw the end of those shenanigans. The deadbolt refused to work, we were late, and finally had to turn the knob lock and call it good.
Obviously, something had to be done.
So after some drinks at Herkimer with the Caveman, I came home and decided a little work with the dremel was needed to expand the metal slot for the deadbolt – 5 minutes work, tops. So I changed the bit to a good metal cutting one, headed out, and sure enough the lock was working in no time. Happy with my work, I stepped outside for one more test – what the… this handle should be turning… no problem, I’ll just use the remote to open the door… wait, the remotes are in our cars… which are in the garage… which is now totally securely locked!!!
So what followed was the second consecutive night of the comedic stylings of Nate in a panic – "let’s try this old garage door opener, I think it might work." "Wait, it needs batteries!" "They’re dead and a crazy size, no go, but I can stack some AAs together!" "Ok, that’s the right voltage, why isn’t this working?" "Crap!" "Karen, can you find the code for the (broken) keypad?" "Ok, let’s try it." "That battery’s dead too??" "Ok, I’ll hold this 9V battery together with these two AAs." "Hey, it’s lighting up! Enter the code using these keys to scrape the missing terminals!" "Shit, that code’s too many digits, must be a part number scratched in a margin!" "Ok, one more try with the old remote!" "Crap!" "Karen, want to walk Bruno while I try some percussive maintenance on the door?"
In the end it didn’t even take much. I’ll leave out the details so all the criminals reading this blog won’t know how to break into our garage (although now that the deadbolt’s working, the point is moot. Solid, baby, solid.), but it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. We’re in and all seems well, but… damn, where are the backup plans when you need them? Even now, I can tell I’m not going to make a backup plan. "Self, that won’t happen again," I’m saying. Perfect.
Stay tuned for more fun when I tackle the car door. You know you can’t wait.
Thanks to a well-timed call from Rick last night I was able to sneak out before Karen got home from class and get some emergency St. Nick’s day supplies… The time constraints – pizza dough rising, Karen coming home soon – and Bruno’s need for attention quickly made the night into a comedy of errors: I ran downstairs with the goodies intent on wrapping some of them, but of course all the available surfaces were full of crap or homebrew equipment. So I started working on the washer, setting the rest on the dryer, and within a minute SMASH went a glass container of pistachios. Bruno was immediately curious and I about exploded with a big "Bruno, NO!" trying to keep him away before he sliced his little paws to pieces. Got him upstairs, swept up the glass, wrapped some pieces, turned to pick something else up and SMASH went several precariously stacked beer bottles I’d been drying. Holy. Crap. Decided to abort the mission until more favorable conditions arose, so I wasn’t able to do the midnight stocking fill…
Finally this morning while Karen took Bruno for a walk I was able to finish the wrapping and stocking prep. I’d just blown the surprise by accident so the only surprise left was to hide the stockings. Bruno found his in no time, and quickly destroyed his now-ex-favorite squeaky toy. I wish Kong made squeaky toys, anyone know? Then Karen found mine and finally hers, and St. Nick’s day was a roaring success! Thanks for the warning, Rick!
To make this post a bit more visually interesting, here’s a really cool item we saw on Saturday but couldn’t document at the time – and I didn’t find out what it was until yesterday: light pillars. Apparently in the right conditions ice crystals can align in the sky in such a way that urban lights are reflected upwards in a really amazing pillar of light. It was incredible to see, and there are some great shots at that link. Check it out (click the slideshow link for more).
My Qualitative Research class takes place in a computer lab, and our instructor requested on the first day that we not check our email or surf the web during class because it’s distracting. I quickly got her point. Every class, the girl sitting next to me is constantly flipping between her email, her blog, all of her friends’ blogs, and an instant messenger thingy. At first I thought she was being disrespectful to ignore the instructor’s request. But I’ve since decided that it’s not that at all. Now I believe that Internet Girl has tied her life to the web in so many ways that she is simply incapable of sitting in front of a computer screen without being logged in to her various forms of expression and communication with the world outside that classroom. I must admit that I myself have had days when I’ve had deadlines looming, the work is nowhere near done, and yet I still somehow can’t get myself to close my email. I just have to see any new messages the instant they arrive in my Inbox.
But Internet Girl takes it to a new level. The way she navigates quickly between writing an email, sending an instant message, and reading blog entries, and still manages to fully participate in the class discussion, well I can’t help but stand in a little bit of awe. But my instructor was right, it is very distracting and so I also can’t help but look at what she’s doing! I sit a little off to the side of the room, so in order for me to look at the instructor, Internet Girl’s computer screen is directly in my line of vision. So I catch little pieces – friends’ difficulties with career decisions, relationship issues, funny stories about trying to give her cat medicine, bits about last weekend’s night out that got a little too rowdy… Part of me feels a little voyeuristic about this, or like I’m violating her privacy, but she’s really not giving me any choice! She’s putting her life right in front of my face!
So then I had caught all of these little pieces of stories, but not any story in its entirety, either because I catch myself and make myself look away, or because she flips from one to another at warp speed. So of course I went home from class and found her blog and read it. She has like a whole blog world, it’s incredible! There is a list a mile long of links to all of her friends’ blogs and each of her entries has like 20 comments from these friends! So this must be what they all do too, sitting in class or at work writing entries every day, checking up on everyone elses, commenting. It’s interesting, because in a way they’ve created a pretty big responsibility for themselves, but at the same time I can’t help but think that they must know each other so much better than most friends since they share so many of their experiences with each other.
So I’ve started to feel a little weird siting next to her in class. Like I know all of this stuff about her life and yet we’d never said more than a few words to each other. And then. Last week, we struck up a conversation and talked for quite a while. It was all I could do to not just blurt out "I’ve read your blog!" But I restrained myself, and the conversation continued. Bruno came up, as he tends to do in my conversations, and she wanted to see a picture. Without thinking I went to our blog to show her the pictures of his birthday party. She made a comment about uploading pictures to Blogger, and I remembered that her blog is also on Blogger. I don’t think she caught the title of our blog, but what if she did? What if she has been reading all about my life now? What if she’s reading this entry about her right now?!?
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