It’s hard to believe now, but there was a time when that massive snow field was water.
Winter is a weird thing. White above, white below, buildings and trees on the horizon.
Bits and pieces:
It’s a little too high for the dogs.
There is an unofficial rule that you can have your dogs off-leash in the more wooded parks.
The day started at the park with the dogs. I didn’t have time to walk them around Lake Calhoun, so Fair Oaks Park had to do.
I then skipped to The Purple Onion Café in Dinkytown. This was my view for three hours:
I was at the Purple Onion to write a response paper for my German Cinema class.
I left the café just as the girl behind me started a full-blown rant about how going to college is equivalent to military service. Her friend then said that he would rather be shot at than complete his economics homework. I resisted the temptation to glare.
I didn’t appreciate most of my time at the University of Miami, so I can’t fault the bratty undergrad. He has no idea how privileged he is.
I then took one of the smaller bridges on campus back to the law school.
My ears froze on that bridge. I was convinced that I had frost bite but I knew it was not THAT cold because the river is no longer completely frozen over:
It still hurt to be outside.
I got comfort food, settled into the tax clinic, and started drafting letters and calling new clients.
Whatever, my diet is uncompromised.
After a few hours at the tax clinic it was time to go back across the river for German Cinema. I was SHOCKED that it was bright at 5pm because I am used to pitch blackness at 4:30pm. Does this mean I can stop taking Vitamin D pills?
You know, just in case there are any problems with the ice huts.
…in which Harley brings up the rear of the dog-train:
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.
It seemed like a good idea at the time.
This can’t be safe.
One of my neighbors was snowed in at work, so I agreed to walk his puppy.
Peppito growled at me and refused to leave the kennel. It took three trips and the lure of dog biscuits to get him out.
Winter is sort of like being in the White House | Black Market.
It’s Wednesday!
We came across a totem pole during the dog walk.
The bucktoothed one is my favorite, if you couldn’t tell.