As we discussed last year at about this time, anytime there is a a great puff of wind and some snow, people declare it a "Nor'Easter" just because they can. It is fun to say, I admit. Here we are, in the midsts of what is probably the last Nor'easter before Global Warming starts growing palms trees in central park and the manatees invade. I know it is the last because it is the middle of February (yours truly popped out into this world 33 years ago Friday) and it isn't even snowing in this stupid Nor'easter. It is freezing rain. Now where I come from, if the rain freezes that means snow, but over here things are more complicated. Anyway, the sleet, or frozen rain or whatever was sort of pelting us all day, not sticking to anything just bouncing off like powdered sugar off crepes (thank D for the sugar analogy). Usually I get psyched about this sort of thing, but not tonight. For tomorrow, we are renting a car and driving to Quebec City to visit my step-bro Phil. Does it sound like an incredibly bad idea to drive even farther north in a Nor'easter? You decide. Sounds like an adventure to me, but even the best adventures are incredibly bad ideas. Taking a steam-ship to Skull Island and capturing a giant ape: great adventure, bad idea. Anyway, if we live, I will tell you how it goes. If not, I bequeath this blog to my buddy Rob who will be in charge of blathering on without end.
Oh right, and happy Valentimes day.
Meanwhile, I have to run over to my other blog to give that one equal time. After mass emailing everyone in the world, I expect to be have at least five people reading it with some regularity. Maybe four. Provided you four go over and read it. Let's go! ('Member where it is?: http://realtravel.com/the_world-trips-i3221703.html)
Posted by ian at February 14, 2007 11:59 PM