{"id":465,"date":"2005-01-21T23:00:00","date_gmt":"2005-01-22T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.chocolatemussolini.com\/cm\/default.asp?n=342"},"modified":"2005-01-21T23:00:00","modified_gmt":"2005-01-22T06:00:00","slug":"snowmergency","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/?p=465","title":{"rendered":"snowmergency"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Dudes!<\/p>\n<p \/>It finally snowed. (Click for bigger pictures)<\/p>\n<p \/><a href='http:\/\/www.chocolatemussolini.com\/cm\/images\/snowchico.jpg' target='snowy' class='noul'><img src='http:\/\/www.chocolatemussolini.com\/cm\/images\/snowchico-sm.jpg' border='0' \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p \/>It took me an hour and a half to drive 20 miles yesterday, but that was ok. I had books on my iPod, which lasted maybe 10 minutes until I started dozing off, then I switched to the loud screaming metal instead.<\/p>\n<p \/>We had hardly any snow up til now; xmas was brown, and then we had a few ice storms which made up in irritating what they lacked in beautiful. But last night was awesome; I slid home and parked my car waaaaay down the odd side of the street (the city of Minneapolis will now SMS you to tell you of a snow emergency! No way!). Then I decided to walk to Gigi&#8217;s for coffee, because driving any of the local streets was an invitation to needing to be towed from a snowbank.<\/p>\n<p \/>It was hardly cold at all, and it had almost stopped snowing. Neither the streets nor sidewalks were plowed, so I had to trudge through the snow, probably 4-5 inches deep at that point. I ended up doing this kind of bouncing-run most of the way there, because the less you have your feet on the ground, the less you&#8217;re likely to fall down. I had fond memories of the time I ran up the side of a mountain in Glacier, because running shoes have no damn traction in the snow at all.<\/p>\n<p \/>On the way there, I helped direct a stuck cop out of a snowbank, because he kept running into a fire hydrant. I really <i>really<\/i> wanted to get behind and push the cruiser (you know, just to say I&#8217;d done it), but he wouldn&#8217;t let me. Nor would he let me behind the wheel. Damn! On the way back, it was one of those moments: hushed quiet because of the snow; even the rare car on the street rolled by almost silently. There were a few people out shoveling, and they all said hi as I passed. A fireman coming home to the next building on my street came leaping over a snowbank, yelling, &#8216;GOOD EVENING!&#8217; so enthusiastically I laughed. Another girl stopped me to review the parking rules so she didn&#8217;t get towed. I really don&#8217;t miss living outside the city at all.<\/p>\n<p \/><a href='http:\/\/www.chocolatemussolini.com\/cm\/images\/colfaxave.jpg' target='snowy' class='noul'><img src='http:\/\/www.chocolatemussolini.com\/cm\/images\/colfaxave-sm.jpg' border='0' \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p \/>This morning my fears about getting Chico out of the snow were justified, but I managed after about 10 minutes. I got stuck in the intersection in the above photo for another 5 minutes or so, but got out without having to be pushed. I miss having a manual transmission; it&#8217;s much harder to rock a car with an automatic.<\/p>\n<p \/>The main streets were plowed, so it was a matter of finding a way to a coffeeshop not on a side street. I did just fine.<\/p>\n<p \/><a href='http:\/\/www.chocolatemussolini.com\/cm\/images\/calhounpkwy.jpg' target='snowy' class='noul'><img src='http:\/\/www.chocolatemussolini.com\/cm\/images\/calhounpkwy-sm.jpg' border='0' \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p \/>There&#8217;s nothing better than the snow before it gets all slushy and grey. I want to go skiing. I saw kids all over, running to the rinks with shovels and skates. I drove fast through high plumes of snow people were snowblowing from their driveways into the street. I saw a dog jumping up and trying to bite every shovelful of snow his owner tossed in the air. I talked to Bertine while she sat in her car in a ditch on the side of I35 in Lakeville; she has since been rescued by a cute towtruck driver and is back on her way to Texas.<\/p>\n<p \/><a href='http:\/\/www.chocolatemussolini.com\/cm\/images\/calhounphone.jpg' target='snowy' class='noul'><img src='http:\/\/www.chocolatemussolini.com\/cm\/images\/calhounphone-sm.jpg' border='0' \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p \/>(I took this picture for comparison, with my phone instead of my camera. Man, that&#8217;s quality. Quality!) These are of my favorite lake, by the way: Calhoun.<\/p>\n<p \/>So I picked up some flowers this morning. I&#8217;m dreaming about windowboxes in the spring.<!--sigh... so nice.--><\/p>\n<p \/><a href='http:\/\/www.chocolatemussolini.com\/cm\/images\/daffodils.jpg' target='snowy' class='noul'><img src='http:\/\/www.chocolatemussolini.com\/cm\/images\/daffodils-sm.jpg' border='0' \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p \/>Oh, since I was snowed-in last night, I destroyed my bedroom in the process of building a <a href='http:\/\/www.creamedpeas.com\/cp\/' target='cp'>new episode of creamedpeas<\/a>. It might not be great, but it&#8217;s definitely something.<\/p>\n<p \/>I have some baby-knitting to do, and there&#8217;s sun out there in the other room.<\/p>\n<p \/>Bye now!<br \/>Jenni<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Dudes! It finally snowed. (Click for bigger pictures) It took me an hour and a half to drive 20 miles yesterday, but that was ok. I had books on my iPod, which lasted maybe 10 minutes until I started dozing off, then I switched to the loud screaming metal instead. 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