Winding Down
Talking about the oddities of the weather, as people always have, I'm sure, but maybe more energetically in the past 10 years, always invokes for me a sense of relativism that I associate with the Sack Dance.
The Sack Dance was popularized 20 years ago or so by Mark Gastineau, a defensive specialist for the New York Jets. Whenever Gastineau sacked a quarterback, which he was pretty good at, he'd strut, smirk and shake his booty on national TV, begging the question: What's the appropriate response for those other, say, 60 times a game he didn't get a sack?
So making a big deal out of unusual weather carries some caveats for me. I don't know enough about it, or have the statistics on hand (or feel like looking them up), to allow me to speculate about trends. All I know is what I read in the papers, or see out my window.
But we've had some up here lately, you betcha. There was the snow of two weeks ago, more than in many years, not to mention the wettest November on record. And last night we got some wind.
There are some queasy numbers this morning. Over 2 inches of rain yesterday. Today, over a million without power. Nobody feels like dancing.
We came through it with no damage I've yet to find, other than a damp basement and a little impromptu tree trimming. "We" meaning my nuclear family, my household, and I guess my neighborhood. I'm sure there'll be stories that are not so nice as the day goes on.
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There've been plenty of things to post about over the past week or so, or I could have just written about Barack Obama like everybody else. In fact, there have been some specific topics I wanted to share my thoughts on, but it was just too painful.
Seriously. There was pain.
I've been having pretty awful back spasms, somehow connected to my surgery I'm sure, and the worst thing I can do is sit in front of a computer. Since that particular act is necessary on any given day just to produce, you know, income, I've been picking and choosing my moments and staying away from the screen when I can.
The good news is that I'm progressing apparently remarkably well from my surgery in terms of the joint, and range of motion, and those handy electrodes at physical therapy yesterday seemed to make a big difference in the pain (I would really like to know why one of the buttons on the electrical stimulation machine is labeled "Russian." Really, really would like to know).
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Finally, I wouldn't be much of a parent if I didn't pause today and remember when. You can actually read my recollections about This Day In History here, and I won't add to that except to say happy birthday, Beth. Daddy was 26 that day, all skinny and scared and shit, but I was happy and, as I've said before, it was the best day of my life.
 
 
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