I was having a great time charging through the sleet and heavy snow.
Only the crazy and the angry were out for the most part...I was out looking for the #72 bus to get South East Portland. I found my boots worked really well in this weather, they are light and splayed out like hooves to keep me from sinking too much in the snow. I did have to keep in mind that even though is wasn't a catastrophic snow storm; people still die out here.
My warmest hat has ears and with my fur coat I look like a big dumb trucker bear.
One guy yelled from a house "Look it's the abominable snow man!"
I decided that if I get even the slightest bit hungry at all... I'm gonna resort to cannibalism...luckily I had some PB&;J before I left, plus I had two plugs of Granny Slaugters fudge.
Still no idea if the bus thing is going to happen. I love how quiet it is in snowbound situations.
The moist air heighten smells and soon it smelled a lot like weed in arctic tundra of north M.L.K.blvd.
Shortly after registering the smell I hear a fain "cough cough cough" coming from some dudes on a porch.
Glad someone is keeping warm. :)
I once lived in Minneapolis for a few years. Its cold there...How cold? Screaming frikkin cold.
21 degrees with heavy snow is pretty harsh but there it is an everyday thing.
The first snow I ever saw was a hellashus blizzard.,I rode a 10 speed through Mpls. grinning like a school boy...until the snow became too deep to ride in. I had never seen snow so that little fact of life wasn't even in my data base. I come from a tropical region. That reminded me of a sweet tactic to keep on my game...Ask my Mommy. I called my mom in Beerstain Texas.
"Hi MOM... by the way, didn't your cousin die in a blizzard?
"Well yes he did son."
"What were the specs on that?"
"He was hit by a snow plow after serving his country in the war...he was hitch hiking home."
"OK thats cool..."
"No it isn't"
"Oh Sorry madre, theres no snow plows for miles from here."
"What?"
"Sorry phones dying bye!"click
How delightful to hang out at a corner I normally wouldn't hang out at.
Slowly I made my way through the knee deep snow on and off a few buses and to the Max stop at the Convention Center.
A crowd waited on the dock nervously for about 30 min. it was so cold, my fur stuck to the poles and ripped it off when i moved away.
We all noticed the trains backed up going one direction and not coming at all from the other way, people started grumbling. I bounded off into the dark and made myself a shelter situation to wait it out.
Trimet announced over the loud speaker that the switch was frozen on the other side of the river.
People were invited to wait in trains or take chances out in the snow which was barreling upwards and whistling like a banshee.
Zero people chose to get warm in the train...they all made stupid decisions even me.
I rolled around in it like a dumb animal. For a short time the people were happy to make fun of me but as a whole...they were grumpy.
A woman with a baby started yelling at the voice of Trimet like it had ears and soon her companion started complaining too...to a speaker.
Another couple started arguing with each other and blame gaming about bad bus planning. Three other folks walked into the darkness.
I set out to the wall in front of the convention center.
I started expanding and improving my sno-pad with my boots, including a warm landscaping light and piling snow up into a kind of foxhole with a wall as a wind break. Hope I don't have to eat any of those people. up found some fudge. Order restored.
Eventually it got really quiet after most of the people left and the only sound was the whaling wind and the couple whose argument had advanced to "FUCK GRANDMA...NEVER DO WHAT SHE SAY!". That's pretty entertaining. I could roll like this for a while.
The feeling of frozen face hair was exhilarating my friends, it gets heavy to carry ice on your lips for hours. Now I'm tired like I was swimming all day in the gulf of mexico like I did as a boy. I walked a long time thinking about all kinds of stuff and nuthing at all. Soon I found a bus and luckily never had to resort to cannibalism.
At the end of the trip home turf I still wasn't done. I went to a pizza shop and mopped while Olive closed the rest of the place. We worked snow removal on a porch and sold the rest of my honey, This morning I was up at 7am with my son, now it's almost 3am and I'm pooped.
Gnight!
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