um. snow.

a lot of freaking snow. like a foot of freaking snow. heavy, wet, sticky snow. (which is beautiful to look at, but kills transmissions on plow trucks and makes a nasty burning transmission-y smell, and if you couple that with the smell of pickles... well, let's just say it's a very questionable combination)

the upside to the snow was that i got to ride shotgun with the plowmaster. this was very cool for many reasons. i love nasty weather, i love riding around in nasty weather, i love trucks, i love trucks that kick ass in nasty weather, i love getting ideas for paintings while riding around in trucks that kick ass in nasty weather. i don't love pickles. so kudos for jimmy for not kicking me to the curb until almost 2am. because i know i am a pain in the ass but he is just starting to find this out. (revised plow lessons i learned last night. 1. things break 2. you can sing the plow song you made up for 7 hours straight 3. keep the plow driver awake without touching him)

i do very much hope i still get to ride shotgun the next time it snows.

oh, so basically there will be no work on the foundation, and for how long, i don't know.