Archive, April 2008

10 Apr 2008 April Wonderland Everything was normal when we went to bed last night. And then, sometime while we slept, the snow started. 10cm and climbing of big, fluffy, Christmas postcard flakes pouring out of the sky, like some one just realized that snow is about to go out of style. The online weather was still calling it "flurries" when we left the apartment, but by the time I got to work, we’d been upgraded to "Snowfall Warning." LOL Of course, this being Calgary, the traffic was crazy. Bow Trail was a skating rink and traffic heading uphill (west) was having problems. Several cars and a public transit bus had wiped out - the bus was impeding 3 lanes of traffic when we went by (fortunately in the other direction!) I made it, damp and drippy, to the office by 8:50 and no one else rolled in ’til 9:30. Calgary transit may suck, but in this weather, not having to excavate the car or navigate the drivers is a real plus. I was kinda hoping no one would show up so I could go home, but no such luck. If, wherever you are, your pants hems are dry, count yourself lucky! Ciao! Update: It stopped snowing around 1pm and the temperature is currently at +1. It was wet snow to begin with, but now all the clumps have fused. It kinda looks like everything is covered in clumps of plastic that melted on and then fused. I love weather! 3:28 - 0 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove

03 Apr 2008 Jon Bon Jovi in my subconscious Last night’s dream was interesting. I don’t remember all the details, but here’s what I recall. Somehow I was outside and just covered in mud, leaves, grass; your standard rolling around on the wet, forested ground sort of look. I don’t know why or how, but suddenly Jon Bon Jovi and his wife were also there, also covered in muck. They told me that their house wasn’t far away and offered to let me get cleaned up there. So we walked a little way through the trees and there it was. In my dream, it was a very nice house, the kind of thing you can do in the rare circumstance when you combine money with taste. I was shown to a spare room upstairs which had it’s own bath, natch. I remember taking a very long shower and enjoying it greatly - hot water, lots of suds, shampooing my hair twice, the whole bit. When I finally wandered back downstairs, my hosts were already in the kitchen, putting together a snack. And although I was bundled up in the robe that had been hanging in the kitchen, they were nude. They explained that they were naturalists at home, but I was to do whatever I was most comfortable with. Have you ever seen some of the beefcake shots of Jon? The man is ripped. All over. And in the dream, his wife was pretty impressive as well. I was a bit intimidated, but the naturalist movement is supposed to be about the beauty of the human form, right? So I went for it. And we spent a lovely evening talking, chatting, listening to music.. although the details are vague. At least there weren’t any mazes! Ciao!