SciFiFisher wrote:I did the California thing. I hired an immigrant.
code monkey wrote:SciFiFisher wrote:I did the California thing. I hired an immigrant.
as did I. although I don't think of it as the California thing. rather, the I can't do this myself thing.
geonuc wrote:So I was all set to head south on a road trip this morning. I want to go to the top of Bald mountain and see what I can see. But then Facebook reminds me there's a food event in town today that I wanted to go to.
Ah well, I guess Bald mountain will still be there tomorrow.
geonuc wrote:geonuc wrote:So I was all set to head south on a road trip this morning. I want to go to the top of Bald mountain and see what I can see. But then Facebook reminds me there's a food event in town today that I wanted to go to.
Ah well, I guess Bald mountain will still be there tomorrow.
Bald Mountain was still there ... I presume. I got within about two miles of the summit along a fairly good forest road when my normally super-capable Pathfinder was stopped by snow. By stopped, I mean literally. Seeing a large swath of maybe foot deep white stuff ahead of me, I paused but then forged ahead. Got about twenty feet into it before the tires lost traction. They're the summer tires, having swapped out the winter tires weeks ago. Fortunately, I'm not a total idiot when it comes to 4WD adventures and knew that since I was on an incline, I'd be able to back out if I couldn't make it through.
The mutt and I instead went adventuring in the forest at lower, snow-free areas.
SciFiFisher wrote:I did the California thing. I hired an immigrant.
Swift wrote:SciFiFisher wrote:I did the California thing. I hired an immigrant.
When we bought our new house 5 years ago, and more than doubled the lawnage, I tried mowing it myself the first time. After that, I hired a landscaper. I actually feel a little guilty about it, but I'm getting too old for that kind of shit.
We saw significant snowfall in Arizona last week. If it had been a little colder, it would have stuck. The day before on a high mountain pass on a state highway, I came that close to going grill to grill with an out of control motorist who lost it on an ice covered section. I was a half second from driving off into the ditch to avoid the head on when his tires caught and he swerved back into his lane then doing a loop after he got by me.code monkey wrote:geonuc wrote:geonuc wrote:So I was all set to head south on a road trip this morning. I want to go to the top of Bald mountain and see what I can see. But then Facebook reminds me there's a food event in town today that I wanted to go to.
Ah well, I guess Bald mountain will still be there tomorrow.
Bald Mountain was still there ... I presume. I got within about two miles of the summit along a fairly good forest road when my normally super-capable Pathfinder was stopped by snow. By stopped, I mean literally. Seeing a large swath of maybe foot deep white stuff ahead of me, I paused but then forged ahead. Got about twenty feet into it before the tires lost traction. They're the summer tires, having swapped out the winter tires weeks ago. Fortunately, I'm not a total idiot when it comes to 4WD adventures and knew that since I was on an incline, I'd be able to back out if I couldn't make it through.
The mutt and I instead went adventuring in the forest at lower, snow-free areas.
isn't it amazing that one can find snow a short drive from home now? (or in august at crater lake? yes, a longer drive.)
Thumper wrote:We saw significant snowfall in Arizona last week. If it had been a little colder, it would have stuck. The day before on a high mountain pass on a state highway, I came that close to going grill to grill with an out of control motorist who lost it on an ice covered section. I was a half second from driving off into the ditch to avoid the head on when his tires caught and he swerved back into his lane then doing a loop after he got by me.
Thumper wrote:It's weird, it happened so fast, but seemed to be in slow motion. It really rattled Mrs. T. She said, "Well now I know what thoughts will go through my head when I know I'm about to die." I tried to assure her we were never going to die. I wasn't going to let us go grill to grill. I'd have put it in the ditch or at least got it so he'd do a glancing blow on the driver's side. It still would have royally sucked. But we weren't going to die.
Exciting is a fitting description.
SciFiFisher wrote:Swift wrote:SciFiFisher wrote:I did the California thing. I hired an immigrant.
When we bought our new house 5 years ago, and more than doubled the lawnage, I tried mowing it myself the first time. After that, I hired a landscaper. I actually feel a little guilty about it, but I'm getting too old for that kind of shit.
The guilt..or mowing the lawn?
Swift wrote:SciFiFisher wrote:Swift wrote:SciFiFisher wrote:I did the California thing. I hired an immigrant.
When we bought our new house 5 years ago, and more than doubled the lawnage, I tried mowing it myself the first time. After that, I hired a landscaper. I actually feel a little guilty about it, but I'm getting too old for that kind of shit.
The guilt..or mowing the lawn?
Never too old for guilt.
geonuc wrote:Boy cat (the cancer patient) wakes me up at 4 AM and doesn't stop bugging me until I get up at 5:30. I feed him (and the girl cat, who is far more polite) - he takes two bites and walks away. Butthead.
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