Drove to kung fu, on the off chance they would hold class. The teacher lives in the basement of the school. It was snowing pretty hard, with ice on the roads and Tennesseeans sliding all over the world in their trucks and cars. I took the SUV and put it in 4H and just went. Had to hit the breaks hard a couple times when some moron pulled right out in front of me. Ok, I'm done with that.
When I got there, there was a sign in the window that class had been canceled because of weather. I thought, "Ok. But if you have to drive here to see the sign, then why not just have class for those that show?" So I drove home and rode on the bike. Went 16 miles to TMONW, MN. That's The Middle Of NoWhere, Minnesota. Watched some cage fighting from Belfast, Northern Ireland. Watched a Pole fight an Irishman named, are you ready, Ryan Boyd. Ryan got beat in the Poles first cage fight ever. Crap. So much for the namesake. Heavyweights, too. I wonder if there's a senior division around here? I'd like to fight another 51 year old. Or maybe a 75 year old in a wheelchair...
There is no school tomorrow on account of the snow. I am sick and tired of people asking me, "So, you're a meteorologist, huh? Do you get off when there's snow?" I feel like saying, "Oh, yeah. Anytime there are tornadoes, snow storms, floods, severe thunderstorms, wind storms, stuff like that, they just send us all home. Great job." On the other hand, when the sun is shining, I DO take off. Usually all the comp time I accumulated during the bad weather. I love my job, I just wish I was doing it in Mountain or Pacific Time instead of a 7 hour drive from the Atlantic Ocean.
Oh, well. It's good to be working. Thank God for that. And I mean that.
Funny, I'm listening to a song by "People in Planes" called "If You Talk Too Much My Head Will Explode".
I can take a hint.
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