Karma Chameleon in mittens

My subconscious operates like a jukebox. I often wake up in the morning with a song or a line from a song stuck in my head. After pondering it, I usually find something in the song that pertains to the work I have to do that day, or a situation I find myself stuck in.

Stuck. Stuck.. Oh, ha.

This morning I woke up hearing a line from Culture Club’s, “Karma Chameleon”:

Every day is like a survival….

My head has been stuck in the 80’s ever since I heard about The Police going on tour again. Stuck.

We got out for a little while yesterday. An elderly friend of ours was without propane and the truck couldn’t get close enough to his house to refill the tank, so we headed out with shovels to help. But by the time we got there, the propane company had sent a more experienced driver who was able to make the delivery safely.

We did some errands in downtown Mexico.

Image and video hosting by TinyPic Saw this in the middle of town.

The snow keeps falling. In the last 48 hours, we’ve had at least two more feet, which brings my unofficial total for the last 12 days of snow to 130 inches. (The newspaper has a nice timeline of the storm. I hope they update it.)

And then the wind started. Our driveway is completely drifted in – we’re stuck again until the heavy machinery arrives. I have 8 boxes of signed copies of TWISTED that UPS wants to pick up. A) I’m not sure UPS can get down my road right now and B) Nothing is moving up and down my driveway until the payloader arrives… except for me on the snowshoes. (Calls have been made to the hero with the payloader, we’re just waiting. Why do I think we’ll be buying a tractor this summer?)

The entire Central New York region was hit with this phase of the storm. Our county is still in a state of emergency. Many other counties have travel restrictions. Pretty much everything seems closed. The nor’easter storm is dying down. Now we’re waiting for more lake effect snow to start up again.

Last night I watched the Travel Channel obsessively.

In non-weather news, you should read this article about the making of the Bridge to Terabithia movie. (Thanks to Fuse #8 for the link.) And while we’re talking about the Mother Goddesses of Children’s Literature, did you know Lois Lowry has a blog???!!!!

I’m pretty much done with the taxes and the travel planning for the spring, so today I will attack the fanmail pile that has accumulated for the last two months. I’ll also get outside for some fresh air and will report back with photos.

Stay warm.

12 Replies to “Karma Chameleon in mittens”

  1. I can’t help but anticipate
    Fall 2008 or spring 2009….

    I should think that there HAS to be a couple of writers locked away in a room someplace living on soup and watching the Weather channel for inspiration typing away madly on some
    (Horror? Young adult? Thriller? Adventure?)
    novel based on this monster storm.

    Should make for some VERY interesting reading.

  2. Do you mean to tell me that after all of this snow, you’re still able to get fan mail delivered to the house?!?! Now that’s impressive…….hehehe!

    I still can’t believe how much snow has fallen and is still falling up there. Dad’s snowblower finally died for good yesterday, so now they face the impossible task of buying a new one (if stores have any left at this point).

    Good luck with that UPS pick-up!

    Engaged Quirk

  3. The stories of the snow sound both wonderful and treacherous at the same time. Good luck! And thanks for posting the interesting links. I’m looking forward to the Bridge to Terabithia movie, now!

  4. Signed copies of Twister? Damn, I wish I still had my Jeep – I’d be on my way up!

    My friends and I are pretty excited about the impending Police tour as well. I did hear, however, that ticket prices are going to be in the $225 range. Not sure I can manage that kind of disposable cash, even though they WERE awesome in ’82.

    Stay cozy and warm up there, lady!

  5. Now I feel less dumb about not realizing until last month that Lois Lowry has a blog. I speculated in my own journal that perhaps I had been taking stupid pills, but now I can clearly see that this couldn’t have been the case, if you didn’t know.

    My boyfriend and I would like to see The Police in Montréal or Toronto, but we probably won’t. Sigh.

  6. Thank you so much for posting the link to the Bridge to Terabithia article. I hadn’t realized that David Paterson wrote the screenplay, and I will definitely see it now. The trailers had me worried…

  7. Internal jukeboxes, deep snow and a little bit of angst.

    My head plays songs too. The current playlist:
    Time by Pink Floyd-
    “Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
    Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
    Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
    The time is gone, the song is over,
    Thought I’d something more to say.”
    Amy Hit The Atmosphere by Counting Crows-
    “There has to be a change I’m sure
    Today was just a day fading into another
    And that can’t be what a life is for”
    The existentialists can bite my ass.
    I wish I knew where my Miranda Stone cd was. Oh the joys of being a student and having to move several times a year.

    I accidently stepped off the path today and was in snow up to my mid-thigh. I swore and thought I was stuck. Then I remembered that you have 3 times the snow we do and managed to pull myself out with my hands. I hate winter almost as much as existentialism.

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