At This Rate...
Well, November started off with a bang, didn't it? All through October, I've been complaining about the lack of Fall weather. The first day of November, a storm blew in that put the temperatures down to freezing in a few hours. Then it rained all night. The second day of November, I fell asleep at about 4:30 am, and it was howling out fit to tear a wall down. The cat was scared. I woke up about four hours later (less, I guess, but close to four), to a phone call from a friend up here. She said it was snowing. One word. Damn. Actually, the words were "Oh, damn it all! What do you mean it's snowing!?"
Yes, my readers. Snow. Fluffy crisp blankets of it hovering over the land, blinding in the light of the risen sun! Snow! Don't let my romantic language fool you. I was displeased by this development. We spent another fifteen minutes on the phone, discussing the best method for arriving on campus. A mutual friend of ours needed a ride, as she walks to school and has few if any winter clothes. I finally volunteered to drive us all up here.
It took me a while to find my car, when I was ready to leave. I had been forced to park, shall we say, way the hell out of my way the previous night, and I stopped at every car with a hint of red under the snow. I'd clear off a small bit to see if it was my car, and then move on. My car was the fifth reddish car I came to. I spent a few minutes clearing away the door so I could open it, and as soon as I did, the wind blew a whole bunch of snow into the car. Eventually, I was ready to drive.
People typically learn to drive in the summer months. I am not exception to this. My first snow-driving experience was, however, more enjoyable than I had expected. For example, I did not die. Neither did my passengers. Or anyone else nearby. By the time I arrived on campus, plus two people, I had become a reasonable snow-driver. Not great, by any standard. I try not to kid myself. But as safe as a summer-driver can be.
The walk over here to the building was pleasant, and the walk across campus for lunch was also quite nice. Con-U has a lot to learn from this cafeteria. No bulky square tables with hard, unyielding chairs in this place. No. Small private tables in corners, large round jobs scattered through the middle of the room, seating for all... This was a very comfortable cafeteria. The students are spread in such a way that you do not get the feeling that everyone is watching you as you move through the room. The servers gave you proper portions, instead of handing you a spoon and letting you be the judge. This was fine. I had okra (very tolerable, though a bit bready), mashed potatoes (real, but with flavor), and a piece of chicken fried steak (not my favorite piece of meat, but it was hella better than Con-U's). I was, shall we say, pleasantly shocked. The meal came out to a pricey five bucks, but it was a better spent five bucks than it could have been.
I'm about five minutes from walking out the door to drive some people home. I can only hope it hasn't iced out after dark. Oh well. I might do another of these to let people know I made it. But then, I might not. I've a good idea about sleeping some, and making up for the "four or fewer hours of sleep per night for five or more days" thing that's been going on. I might camp out on the futon and watch the election until I fall asleep.
Well, people are ready. Let's go die!
End.
Yes, my readers. Snow. Fluffy crisp blankets of it hovering over the land, blinding in the light of the risen sun! Snow! Don't let my romantic language fool you. I was displeased by this development. We spent another fifteen minutes on the phone, discussing the best method for arriving on campus. A mutual friend of ours needed a ride, as she walks to school and has few if any winter clothes. I finally volunteered to drive us all up here.
It took me a while to find my car, when I was ready to leave. I had been forced to park, shall we say, way the hell out of my way the previous night, and I stopped at every car with a hint of red under the snow. I'd clear off a small bit to see if it was my car, and then move on. My car was the fifth reddish car I came to. I spent a few minutes clearing away the door so I could open it, and as soon as I did, the wind blew a whole bunch of snow into the car. Eventually, I was ready to drive.
People typically learn to drive in the summer months. I am not exception to this. My first snow-driving experience was, however, more enjoyable than I had expected. For example, I did not die. Neither did my passengers. Or anyone else nearby. By the time I arrived on campus, plus two people, I had become a reasonable snow-driver. Not great, by any standard. I try not to kid myself. But as safe as a summer-driver can be.
The walk over here to the building was pleasant, and the walk across campus for lunch was also quite nice. Con-U has a lot to learn from this cafeteria. No bulky square tables with hard, unyielding chairs in this place. No. Small private tables in corners, large round jobs scattered through the middle of the room, seating for all... This was a very comfortable cafeteria. The students are spread in such a way that you do not get the feeling that everyone is watching you as you move through the room. The servers gave you proper portions, instead of handing you a spoon and letting you be the judge. This was fine. I had okra (very tolerable, though a bit bready), mashed potatoes (real, but with flavor), and a piece of chicken fried steak (not my favorite piece of meat, but it was hella better than Con-U's). I was, shall we say, pleasantly shocked. The meal came out to a pricey five bucks, but it was a better spent five bucks than it could have been.
I'm about five minutes from walking out the door to drive some people home. I can only hope it hasn't iced out after dark. Oh well. I might do another of these to let people know I made it. But then, I might not. I've a good idea about sleeping some, and making up for the "four or fewer hours of sleep per night for five or more days" thing that's been going on. I might camp out on the futon and watch the election until I fall asleep.
Well, people are ready. Let's go die!
End.
posted by Rehkmira @ 19:34
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