A Blizzard; in five acts

Act I The First Storm

I remember a book from when I was very young. Its title was
“the Day After the Bomb” and was in reference to the possibility
of nuclear war between the USA and the USSR. The book contained only
blank pages which alluded to the fact there would be nothing left
such a complete war. The first storm last week-end was just that;
nothing. We received maybe a half
inch but it did not accumulate. I had expected two marathon storms
with the accompanying snow removal however the first storm was only a
3k fun run-and was accomplished at a walk.

Act II Should I drive

There exists a human for whom bad road conditions only exist if they
have to go to work. These are the same people who will travel to
Hades and back for a good sale at the mall. These people will call
every radio station, good buddy or random stranger as they shop for
someone who will tell them
to stay home and not go to work. I suspect when they reach the final
name that begins
with “z” in the phone book they simply go to work. The truth is, your
attendance at work due to road conditions is between you and
your boss; you, however, must determine whether your skills are a
match for
road conditions. The exception is when a government agency closes
roads-don’t drive around the barricades, it is illegal. The best road
information exits on your local radio station or by calling 511 from
any phone.

Act III Emergency Bird feeding

We feed our local wild birds at pretty good diet. Peanuts, thistle,
mixed seed, peanut butter, old bagels, day-old goods, corn, suet and
mixed nuts. I’ve always believed that the smaller an animal, the more
care it needs from me. I suspect most birds can fend for themselves
it’s hard to know how many die during harsh conditions. I push
hard on our birds when it gets cold. They need the energy to keep
themselves warm plus calorie-dense food takes less time to
eat. I figure they have only a short time in which they can sit at
the feeder before returning to shelter so we serve no low-calorie
rice cakes to our guests. I guess there is no emergency bird feeding
at our place, just more of the same.

Act IV Storm II

Friday night was black; the snow either reflected any light back to
the heavens or absorbed it in some sort of refractory trick. We could
the yard light but it appeared as though covered by an tightly-knit
I am not a claustrophobic person but watching the storm made me
understand this fear. I check many sources to find information about
the storm as I feel some television stations
use the weather as a programming tool. These stations turn their
weather report into a soap opera
by releasing information a little at a time therefore we keep
watching for hours. I’ve been told that three day weather prediction
is quite accurate yet it seems during a bad storm some media sources
only release the information about 6-12 hours at a time. They also
suggest that more information is available at their Facebook page.
Why not just give all the information on the television? Someone
sitting at the end of a two mile driveway in the middle of North
Dakota doesn’t want to check “facebook,” they just want some answers
about the weather.

Act V Clean-up

I could bore even the most bland listener with talk about pushing
snow. In short, I like it gone immediately after the storm and it
must look neat. I desire bare concrete with no little piles left
between areas where the bucket has scraped. It is a grand opportunity
to express my obsessive self in a positive way. The yard and driveway
are all clean now until next time and the weather looks fine. It
should be no problem to go to work (darn) and the television
weatherman says no snow in the future-at least for the next 6-12

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