It’s been a cold week in Stepford. Temps one morning were in the low single digits, but my car’s dashboard trip computer reported the outside temperature was 10 degrees Fahrenheit. The vehicle’s thermometer, though, ordinarily reports about 10 degrees higher than actual outside temperature. No, I don’t have to be at work until about 8:30, but the clock’s also fast.
I went for one bike ride during the week, but only around the neighborhood. After work during the week, I was not willing to suit up with layers of cold-weather bike clothes and put my life at risk sharing the roads with Stepford’s behind-the-wheel plant life. Speaking of behind-the-wheel, here’s a windshield cartoon. I most closely resemble the image at right.
Although we got a lot of snowfall, not much of it stuck, nor did we have much accumulation. My son and I threw dry, powdery snowballs at each other when playing outside this week. The snowballs many times were handfuls of snow that scattered like dust when thrown.
We drew pictures in the snow and wrote messages because there wasn’t enough snow to build snow men. My son revealed his mystery occupation in a snow message. I’m thinking that, unless he’s truly a member of Barak Obama’s army of darkness or Homeland Security version of Stasi, he was influenced by having watched Spy Kids 1 & 2 here recently. Because due to some happy providence, I am not a spy, my message revealed a different identity and my boy followed suit.