I fear the ice is here to stay this time.
The newscasters say that this is the coldest week of the year. It’ll reach -20 soon, but we are still jumping around Lake Calhoun.
Things like this don’t amuse the natives anymore:
And yes, the dogs and I totally play fetch with the icicles.
Minneapolis is one huge ice rink.
This morning I fell while walking the dogs down the hill. I fell on my hip and then crashed into the dogs like a human bowling ball. Yelping and shouting ensued. I then sat on the ground laughing like an idiot while the dogs looked at me like, “Why in the hell did you do that!?”
The skyway at school was soaked from people’s boots. I almost had a repeat of this morning’s fall and slipped 4 times in 40 seconds. I expect a tuition credit when I break my ankle.
Today is the third day of Minneapolis’s 40 degree heat wave.
40 degrees means that the ice from the sidewalk now blankets the entire lawn and half of the street in a misguided attempt at melting.
Everything is so slick and disgusting that most people walk in the middle of the road. We’ll take our chances with the cars.
Getting to the front door of the house feels like a real-life version of Mario Kart’s ice world, minus the cool little car and Donkey Kong of course…
Yesterday was my breaking point: I almost took a nose dive into the slush in front of our house, so I decided to take out the pick and start hacking some ice:
THAT took an incredible amount of effort. When I saw how much I had left I decided to leave it to the housemates (hint hint!)
