We were, as I’m sure (by now) you’re not surprised to hear, forecast to receive around four feet of snow between Monday and today (Thursday). Instead, we got seventy-two knot winds (per my gauge, which records peak gusts and an hourly average, in 24 1-hour increments), night time temps in the high 30s – and a lot of rain. Below, my roof, which, for the first time in it’s existence, has no snow on it in February.
We seem to be bouncing from one extreme to another, yet the overall temps so far this winter are shockingly warm. Steamboat Springs, which advertises Champaign Powder, has Solidifying Cement on it’s slopes right now, after several days approaching 50F – and rain. My next door neighbor is a coach for the US Ski Team, and he’s in Europe right now, doing his thing (taking a wrong turn, ending up in the Czech Republic at two in the morning); his snow reports have been interesting. They were last year, too. I hear the FIS is trying to schedule more events near the arctic circle, but there aren’t many mountains up there with adequate slopes, so if the FIS ends up going that route, there won’t be much variety on the World Cup circuit anymore.
I bring this up as climate change denialists seem to be stirring up a phantom menace in Washington this week (misinterpreting reports, blaming scientists for all kinds of evil plots), so I offer a simple suggestion to our illustrious luddites in the Republicrat Party: get out of your offices and into your Gulfstreams and take a look around. Pack a thermometer. It’s happening, no matter what your buddies at Halliburton and ExxonMobil pay you to think. Okay? A picture’s worth a thousand words? Ever heard that one before? It applies to “experience,” as well. Get out there and smell the roses. They’re blooming in Denver right now, by the way.
Oh. Speaking of roof rakes…I use that black one (in the image) to chip away ice dams, snow that freezes to the roof, etc., but my ‘power tool’ is that blue & orange thing resting on the snow. It’s called the Avalanche Snow Removal System (check out the demo video here). If you need to get snow off a roof – fast – this is your baby.
So. The Coffee Cantata is not quite there yet. It was around 40 pages when v1.0 posted; I think it’s around 80 pages now – but it feels like I’m digging a real deep hole. I may finish this weekend, but I’m using the term loosely. More like a stopping point, then a sit back and revise point. Then a drown my MacBook in the bathtub point.
This story is steeped in archetypes, of course, and I mean that in the Jungian sense. So was Mr Christian, and quite a few of my earlier stories (both Backroads and In Places on the Run, especially so), but this story could easily get needlessly complex. I think when a story becomes (so) complex, it begins to lose something vital, most notably readability, so…I may be deep in a rewrite before this one gets close to posting. It’s hard to tell until I read through for continuity, but I smell something odd here. (That means something stinks)
Another thing in the pipeline: the Predators series. Reading over comments at Lit I see some interest in where this story might go next, so I’m working on that one now too.
Anyway. Time to change a few shear bolts on the blower. Oh, what fun we’ll have…
Hasta later… Aa