I have no idea where I've been.
OK, yes, I do. I've been buried alive under 2 feet of snow and, somehow, that translates into falling off the internet...mostly.
Thursday night and most of the day Friday, I was occupied by Noodle. I don't know exactly how I came up with that particular identity for him but, for now, he's Noodle. I'm sure you'll get used to it. He arrived late. We cuddled. There was much laughter. There was some hanky sans panky. And he stayed until he had to go to work on Friday afternoon.
There were no shaving casualties.
The rest of my time has been spent working on the podcast and either digging my car out of its cave or worrying about digging my car out of its cave.
|After 24 hours of melt time, it was still thigh deep on the passenger side.|
|The crater my car left when we finally got it excavated. That's Brad with the shovel.|
I did not take into account the fact that the City of Denver would do something quite so absurd as plow side streets during the storm. Nor did I take into account that this particular spot is a bit unprotected from the wind and drifting snow.
So, what I was confronted with yesterday afternoon, snow brush in hand, was a snow drift - 3 feet deep - on the passenger side of my car, a 2-foot plowed wall of ice chunks on the driver's side, and 2 feet of heavy, wet snow piled high atop every surface.
I set about to clean off the car itself anyway, laughing maniacally to myself the entire time thinking, "Well...at least the windows will be clear so I can see I'm not going anywhere from the inside."
It took about an hour.
Today then, I set back out to see about getting out of that forsaken space. Except this time, I posted on Facebook what I was doing and specifically called out my neighbor, #himself, to either point and laugh or come help.
Bless him and modchen. They came out, shovel in hand, and helped.
And then? Miracle of miracles! Brad - 2nd oldest friend in my virtual rolodex - cheerfully walked up and announced that he'd seen my post on Facebook and came over to lend his experienced, Wyoming-bred hands to the task.
It took less than an hour and we had Jane's Infinitely Wise, Reliable, Respectable car freed from its snow prison cell.
Thank you, nice neighbors and friends!
So...that's been the excitement of my weekend. And, just in case you're worried that there will be no podcast, I include these two little itty bitty sound bytes for your sampling pleasure. Mostly because I can.
The first is Diva. It is safe for work.
The second is Peej. It is most definitely not safe for work unless you've got headphones.
FYI: The first episode of the podcast is about self-image and self-esteem. Just in case you couldn't tell.
That's it for now! Ciao!
PS Except...Also? I can't make this stuff up. True life conversation between me and Lex just now when I caught him wearing his boxer shorts, old man black socks, and wrapping a bath towel around his waist:
Jane: That's about the cutest thing ever.
Jane: You in your old man socks, boxers, and towel getting ready to get in the bath.
Lex: All that's missing is the sock suspenders.
Jane: At which point you'd totally let me take a picture of your feet, right?
Jane: Why not? No one can identify you by your socked feet, you know.
Lex: Right but my feet have soles and everyone knows that photographs steal souls. My feet have souls...uh soles...uh...too. Keep away from the soles of my feet.
PPS I'm afraid to look at how many unread posts are in my feed reader.