January 2008

Today I waited for the bus in the -30 degree windchill.  Catching the bus at Coffman Union at the University of Minnesota is not a meaningful experience on an average day.  When the weather is bad though, it is a treat.  Did I write a post about the contact high I got, sitting in the back of the bus?  I think so.  Today might have been even better.  Listen to this dialogue:

“I Loooove Coffee.”


“Yeah.  It is sooooo good.  Me and Carse, we started drinking the stuff to get through our long nights of studying.  The aterol supply is low, man.  Really low.”

I love riding the bus.  Where else would I hear such intimacy?  I almost asked the kid where his hat, mitten and scarf might be, and then I realized that I would sound like a mom.  But really!  It was -10 degrees with a near -40 below windchill factor and this 6 foot tall, 260+ pound man had no outerwear other than a coat.

Some days, I’m disappointed by my hatless fellow Minnesotans.

Thank God the weather is taking a turn tomorrow.


I’ll admit. It’s been too long since I’ve last posted. Life is full! I’m working on a novel, planning my winter class schedule, writing proposals for summer classes and I’m getting the devil baby into sensory integration therapy so he stops hurting us. Life is really full.

Here is the confession. We have a car. We haven’t purchased a car. We don’t drive it much, but the in-laws have this old-oldsmobile bravada that needs to be driven in the winter. It needs to be driven. What were we supposed to do?

We could have said no. But then The Big One couldn’t do aerial classes. We would have to ride the bus in the terrible cold and walk and wait and live through Tuesday night hell so he can attend clown class. It is just for a few months. And damn, it is expensive.

Second confession: I miss my volvo.

Our First Volvo, 1996