Molly Goatwax

Pass me by

It looks as if we expect a bit more snow. We've had five year's worth in two weeks already. Everyone has missed work. My hollies, yews, azealias and pine tree are broken. Gutters are hanging off the stately old homes in the historic district. Mr. Beetz popped his tire on the same plow damaged curb that took out mine. The trash is piling up at the head of the alley and my newly minted teenager has gotten used to sleeping late on snow days. So, I would really appreciate if this storm would just blow over and head out to sea. I've had quite enough.

And so it continues

Today at work I felt so confused. It's a bad year for mortgages whether you want one or sell them because all the laws have changed, which is causing huge delays. Everywhere. On top of all that I popped another tire. At least the car's parked out front all legal, like.

Fail

Today my gustatoral experiments fouled the kitchen so completely that even after the attempt was bagged and removed, the dishes and surfaces washed, I was compelled to open the windows and pump freshener into the air. And then I escaped. I will never buy "ham chips" again.

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Free at last

Between the daily digging and melting, I got my car out from between the berms of snow in our parking lot. Perhaps I will dig out my little grill before the next snow storm.

waddayaknow?

Huh. Baltimore is not on the Forbes' list of the 20 most miserable cities in the U.S. I guess they didn't try to take a bus in this town.

Evolving

I have a spot in another group show on the calendar. I'd better get to work!

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Out back

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The persistance of grilling

Four pounds of ribs and one of sausage, I now have a large tub of smoked meats with which to face the blizzard's cooking.

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Snowmaghetto

Yesterday at the office we were set up to work remotely, from home. We all packed our files into red Staples boxes and fled into the chaos, which continues today. Every once in a while I pause from my work to peer out the door and mutter in disbelief. I will post a picture when it stops. The governor has warned us very sternly to stay inside.

Just really stupid, I suppose.

Here comes another two feet of snow. Next time I expect a storm of Biblical proportions, I'll park my car in the public garage under the bank on the corner.