Snow Bunny

With appropriate snow, and as tradition would have it, we have this years submission into the snow sculpture hall of fame.

Over breakfast we talked and decided a snow bunny would be a fun entrant since we now have AGirlBunny and Nishi living in our house with us. The snow was perfect for shaping and OH so plentiful.

So we did and here is BigGirlBunny, guarding our house…and look out she “has big fangs!”

BigGirlBunny

The overall shape was easy. I missed just a bit on the ratio of head size but overall, it works.

BigGirlBunny with Emma riding

For scale, you can see Emma riding her, she bugged me for about an hour “Is she done now Daddy?”

BigGirlBunny with Abby astride

I am especially proud of the ears. I was simply shaping them when I found I was fully though and so it came to pass that there were two ears, even better.

Just when you thought it was safe

Just when you thought it was safe to “go back in the water” it snows some more.
The pictures I keep taking are of the highest accumulations and the biggest winter storm I can recall.
And it just keeps getting bigger, especially for the SoWA Zimmermans!

I woke up at a strange time this morning, 03:15, out of Emma’s bed where I must have fallen asleep singing “Twinkle Tar” and “I have a dear wittow dowie and her eyes are bwight byoo”. I checked the snow and it just keeps accumulating. There is some kid in me yet, ’cause now I am definitely awake.

In the past 6 hours it has dropped at least another 3 – 4 inches. So, more proof and fun pictures are forthcoming.

I had to take these as hand held (braced) time exposures so there is some noise but not bad overall.

Jagged little pill
I HAD to edit out the Roto Rooter logo on the truck across the way…too pretty to leave it in.

Stuck car
This is the one view I keep taking, out my office window.

Guess I'll have to ride my bicycle
You can see that our snow is over the top of the wheels just like in Amboy. We are going to have to ride our bikes if we expect to go anywhere. 😉

Yay, and lest you think us derelict in our snow playing duties notice the slight imperfections in that snow. There were HUGE footprints and body impressions there only yesterday.

Also, some ice(ing) and frost(ing) of a different sort was had yesterday.

Nearly as much was eaten as was left for the picture

Record snow drifts

Over on The Observer’s page we see proclamations of Record Snow Depth, and deservedly so.

But I have a little problem with my comparison;
* firstly our local snowfall does not compare in volume, no question
* secondly our local wind patterns brought 40+ MPH gusts into town and the 20°F temps kept the snow from being friendly (with itself).
So, I have, for comparison, record snow drifts. For the approximately 2 inches of snow that fell I have what might be 2 foot drifts around the house.
A little taste of mother nature
This gives a taste of the volume of flakes, or rather pellets, that were wind-driven last night.

Somebody took away our curb over night
Notice the missing curb/sidewalk/gutter that is usually present, this is now a very smooth parabolic cul de sac.

This car is going nowhere
Notice the rear of the car compared to the front.

BIG Drifts

And they are so aesthetically and naturally pleasing that for arts sake, I feel I have a moral obligation not to obstruct their lines with a callous and unfeeling measuring device, for it would serve no purpose other than to disturb.

They keep saying that the freezing rain is on it’s way.
THAT may keep us from going to the Annual Winter Showcase Dance Festival Performance Thingie for the girls. In some ways…I really hope not. They have really worked hard to get their dances down, every Friday night for three months. It would be a shame to miss the event.
I think that is the only thing that has discolored my usual enthusiasm for weather such as this.
Later today I would like to see what a little sledding will do for my outlook.

Brrrr

We had a long nights sleep last night. The longest I can remember.
This morning at 08:00 I saw the coldest temp: -9.1C
The coldest I can remember.

It has since warmed up a bit with the sunrise.

Ahhh, the snowmanity!

Over on Heidicoaster I lamented our lack of snow. Today I got what I wished for, in spades.

I even had the gall to go into work after working from home on the previous day off. This morning it was “warm” and wet in my hometown at 6AM so I toodled on my diamond frame to the train. No recumbent this morning…just in case.

When I stepped off the train in Seattle there was two inches on the ground. Yay! I’d found it and I caressed the snow with my knobby tires over a mile into the office. In some places I was the first bike through after the snow.

And it didn’t stop, all day. I got worried word that home was now being deluged with snow and hail. Then my late meeting was canceled and after a rather un-productive day watching cars drive successfully down Battery Street I figured to catch the first train out of town.

Me and thousands of my favorite Seattlites. The train was like a refugee ride out of Mumbai.

It wasn’t quite like this…

…nobody was wearing those headwraps.

Anyway, I wasn’t cramming my bike on there. So I checked the next train didn’t come for 40 minutes. The same with the good bus. The bad bus…if it came at all, was sure to be packed to the gills and unreliable on the worsening roadways.

Ferget it! I’ll just ride.

So I started off with a warning to my fretful mermaids.

I can always call BopOp and have him drive out to meet me if I get stuck.

Those fateful words were still hanging in the air as I started out, caught an edge of some slush, a gust of wind, a row of some nasty chain driven bus grooves and a close driver. Besides, the call would probably precede a 10-15 minute wait in the snow and wind somewhere.
Probably
best
if I just
turn around right now and wait for ol’ reliable; a.k.a. the next train.
Good idea.

I hopped aboard a sparsely populated train and peeled off my layers. Dutifully, at 4:20 we shoved off. Yay, I would be home by 5PM to play in the snow with The Mermaids!

And then
we
stopped.

Let’s just say I fell asleep and woke up 35 minutes later and we hadn’t moved. Ack! It was getting colder out there and now I REALLY could have been home under pedal power before this thing. The Snowmanity! Trapped inside all day watching it fall and now, when my goal is in reach, trapped! Like rats.

But I was warm and chatted with a neighbor about the weather, so I had that goin’ for me.

Finally we rescued the poor stranded train-goers at the first stop who had probably been shoved aside as the early train out of Mumbai pulled up, and then they waited a full 40 minutes longer than normal in the sub freezing, driving snow. I avoided their onrush, got out, rode away, and noticed the next train already pulling into the station as the previous one left. The irony.

Now I was freezing, the wind was amazing, the ice ruts were manageable but constant. And 5 minutes later I was sweating, breathing hard through my iced nose, riding the barren arctic landscape like a lone fox in search of the last lemming. I rode where I pleased…except on the freakishly iced over roads.

Home, sit down, have some warm coffee made fresh by a loving Mermaid and two sips later; YANK!

C’mon Dayeee?! Let’s go outside and play in the snow! I want to play with you!

Down the coffee and away we go. Wax the sled runners a little for show and hit the streets!
Snow Angels, 3 degree pitches and blistering 4 mph runs down a sometimes gritty underlayment.

Nevertheless, the Mermaids stayed warm, stayed dry, and stayed happy; even when we came inside for cocoa.

Yet another Mermaid pose.

Riding on her daddys shoulders...and knees

Tomorrow, I work from home.

Even the frost stayed inside

I left my house at -6.1°C this morning at 06:00. The temperature is taken next to the house so I think it is a bit colder than that but let’s use that as a reference shall we?

Then, I rode with BopOp for approximately 65 minutes along the flattest route there is into Seattle and averaged 15.1 mph. The sweet spot for warmth vs windchill this morning was about 16-17mph.

Anything faster got too cold and more than about 2mph slower wasn’t hard enough work to maintain the proper core temperature.

Stopping at lights (or to tell stories) I found to be a rather chilly prospect. Too many stoplights on Marginal way ended up making my feet get cold.

Even my speedometer was cold. The LCD display was slow to change over to a new reading because the liquid inside was not so liquid; Kinda like the Duwamish river that showed a nice little crust of ice covering it this morning.

Lastly I added some little winglets to my fairing to get full wind coverage for my hands and that worked very well. They still got cold but not frozen.

So, my numbers today are as follows:

* 65 min
* -6.1°C air temperature
* 15.1 mph avg speed

and therefore my average windchill, for a new personal “best” 

* -19.5°C (-3.2°F)

UPDATE: Added pics, by request, taken with a friends iPhone. Thanks Christian.

Santa is coming to town

Tonight there is snow on the ground. One of the few times, in my memory, when snow preceded Christmas. It is supposed to be VERY cold in the coming days at least relative to the typical northwest weather that we get; in fact they say it will be colder than it has been here in 50 years.

The girls are REALLY excited for some playtime in the snow. Emma said it this way on the phone with BopOp earlier.

It weally is nowing!
Weah gonna mayka NO-MAN!
I am so ecthiting!

This is a far cry from where she was mentally last week when we had pictures taken with Santa.

In the attempt to get Emma on his lap she lost her right shoe and the other shoe came away with Santa fuzz stuck to the toe. Once she was successfully deposited onto his lap she dove for the nearest comfort, Abby.

The poor teenaged, “holiday helper” grabbed the squeaky toy and squeezed it’s plaintive wheeze, hoping for attention. It was not even an also-ran with Emma’s caterwallin. It was also no match for our terse and simultaneous instructions,

Take the picture!

As inneffectual as they were with the squeezy toy a snappy trigger finger caught the action for both posterity and as evidence for future therapists.

Yeah Doc, I dunno, I just have this thing against men wearing red?

It also shows just how good a big sister Abby is to Emma.

In honor of JohnnyDeep and for Fatty

“I am not much of a joiner”
Kent Peterson over at Kent’s bike blog

I am not much of a joiner either BUT I have been reading FatCyclist for a while now and Fatty’s wife Susan is fighting cancer. I have never commented and I don’t know him personally but I read about him and his wife a lot, so now I feel like I do. Fatty has a lot of friends in his Internet neighborhood and he has formed (is forming) a team for the Livestrong challenge and well, I am in…just because.

And because I also know JohnnyDeep, a friend of a friend who is fighting cancer with a vengeance.
Johnny, I have a hard time following your progress but I do check in and I invariably wonder what I could say or do. Nothing seems right. I don’t know what to do or say and the answer just circles back to “nothing seems appropriate”; I don’t know why.

  • I don’t know you enough
  • I am not good at “this”
  • it is too hard to read your blog
  • but everything helps
  • and I only met you a few times so just let him have his space
  • but he always welcomed me into his house despite all that…

So enough is enough, and I don’t know if this is appropriate really either; is 100 miles of riding my bike enough? Not really, but it is what it is and I can do this.

So June 21, 2009 I will ride my yellow recumbent 100 miles in honor of JohnnyDeep and for Fatty’s wife Susan.
If you feel like contributing you may do so on my Livestrong Challenge fund-raising page here.

I guess now I’m a joiner.

Hey mister…

Coupla days ago I was riding BopOp’s Globe (an upright, diamond-frame bike) home from the train. I was cursing my strained pelvic floor (rather than thinking about how to fix my recumbent) when one of those small ironies of bicycling occurred.
With perhaps a slight redefinition of irony, let’s explore this and see what comes out.

Coming around a long slow corner I pulled my head out of it’s slump to notice a vehicle in an unusual location. It was stalled on the far side of the street and a disheveled man was just getting out with a small gas can. As I made eye contact he ironied me.

Hey! Can you spare a brother a gallon of gas?

In my current condition I wasn’t real quick, and the question actually stunned me for a moment, but I still had the wits to come up with this retort as I rode by;

Sorry man, all I got is burritos!

I chuckled to myself all the way home and even tried coming up with a better reply.
I only came up with

Looks like you need to get a bike!

I think the burrito’s one was better with all due respect to the zeropergallon.com website but I think this remains one of the great opportunities, a TON of material, for a truly good one-liner.

Can you think of a better one (I’m lookin at you Jame)?
I kinda want to have a ringer pre-loaded for the next time somebody asks me for a gallon of gas…while riding my bike.
And, if your retort can pull double duty for when someone in the stall asks me, standing at the urinal,

Hey! Can you spare a brother a square?

…well, if you can do that you will get special recognition on blief.
I am the judge and jury on this one and I still might be the winner cause the burrito line was good.

Not Alice’s Restaurant

Apparently we can’t get enough of the whole costume thing around here. For Abby’s birthday UN-birthday party she had planned an Alice in Wonderland theme.
She planned it, The Mommy executed. The Daddy and Emma just showed up.
And by executed I mean

OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!

There is so much material in Alice in Wonderland that we could have simply conversed entirely in Alice quotes all day long and never repeated ourselves. In fact I did; well…at least the former. My tongue nearly stuck in a perma-lithp.

Here is an excellent group shot we got just before the festivities began and afterwards I include some detail shots because we were just all in character.

Tea anyone?

I'm not late?

But I don't want to be among mad people?

Off with their heads!

This is an unbirthday party!

It was a very, merry, unbirthday for all.