It finally happened: We got a real snow storm. The prognosticators initially called for three to five inches, then after the storm began they reduced it to one to three. We got at least six. Makes me wonder why they bother going to college. We could just ask the nearest random farmer, “Hey Vern, how much snow we gonna git?” and get at least as accurate a forecast. Unless that farmer relies upon the toobs, anyway.
I’ve just cleared the hood and windshield of ye olde truck, AKA The Doat, in the interest of financial responsibility. In Amethyst’s view of the world, apparently though not explicitly, there are two ways to clear snow and ice from a windshield: an ice scraper with the husband attachment, or the defroster. Not only does it completely scrog the fuel economy to rely upon the defroster in that way, it brings the risk of flooding the HVAC plenum — a box behind the dash which houses the heater core and AC evaporator (the cold part), which receives its intake air through the vent between the base of the windshield and the hood. The plenum is designed with a condensation drain, but it doesn’t function as a drain when it’s clogged with ice and, I worry (perhaps needlessly) that the pressure of expanding ice might compromise that heater core I installed a few years ago. I’d be happy to hold the experience of removing the entire dash as a once-was-enough experience.
Otherwise: so far so good. In addition to the playhouse utility bills being only a small fraction of those of the rented house, the area from which I must shovel snow is also a small fraction of what was required there. Once the carport is on, between the parking place and the plowed private road will be a span of about six feet. Fuckin’ A. Ah kin do dat. Today it’s maybe two feet so there’s no reason to bother that small area with a shovel. I just shifted the transfer case into 4WD so the witchy wife can just get into gear and go to start her journey to the place of works in the morning. After she warms the engine for entirely too long…
It is indeed a blessing to have outgrown the habit of worrying about non-worries. Yeah, the fuel economy goes to shit because of the excessive warm-up time, but it helps to extend the oil change interval so all I can say about it is what the fuck. I’m calling it break even. It’s been a long time since I was compelled to scoot on my back through snow to get under a vehicle in order to freeze various body parts while working on it and I hope to keep the streak alive. Besides, the fuel in the tank came from the station down the street from the pot shop which costs thirty cents less per gallon than Dinkytown fuel. Rewarded behaviors are repeated… gotta go buy weed, Darlin’, the truck needs gas. 🙂
I visited said pot shop the other day, and with no great preference I just went for whatever was on special. The savings are, if one accepts consumer-cultured dipshit thinking, like getting a tank of gas for free. I bumbled into a strain that I’ve found exceptional for relief of chronic pain, and due to recent experience I can say that it is more effective than the maximum dose naproxen sodium. The high tends more toward couch-lock than I’d like, but I spend most of my time sitting on my ass anyway so I can deal with it. Pain relief with the only side effect being a pleasant high? Yeah, sign me up.
We randomly bumped into a woman who moved away from Dinkytown many moons ago and has recently returned. It seems that her brother was involved in some kind of a wreck that ruined his body and has just started a home-grow in order to eventually get himself off of the well worn path to the dark side of the grass, also known as an opioid prescription. She said something about him being unable to stay on that shit for the rest of his life and I thought, but didn’t say, that it would take only two to five years to prove that in fact he could very easily do so.
Aw shit. Twenty minutes to sunset and it’s snowing again to undo my do-gooding. Of course I’m in my comfy suicide shoes, loafers that seem to slip if I just look too long at the refrigerator. This close to sunset…