Friday, February 07, 2003

SNOW DAY. We probably got four to six inches of the stuff which is more than enough to cause schools to shut down. So I'm home with hot chocolate and an agonizingly slow dial-up connection.

I've shoveled the driveway. My soldier neighbors' driveways are 100% moisture free and the lines between the edge of the driveway and the grass are ruler straight. My effort by comparison is half-hearted (the stuff all melts in a day or two anyway) and sloppy.

The kids are all out running, screaming, and throwing snowballs at each other. Three neighborhood adolescent boys demonstrate their gallantry (and their secret crushes) by teaming up to hurl snowballs at the 14-year old girl who lives next door. My four-year-old is red-cheeked and wet but oblivious to the cold.

And meanwhile the world moves on.

--Unemployment was down in January Good news, right?

--The Lakers are above .500 for the first time this season. Not good news!

--VodkaPundit has some new reading. Methinks that some Americans are a bit too harsh on the French

--Michael Jackson feels betrayed. Sad, that.

Time for a hot cocoa refill.


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