Last Friday, when I mentioned my weekend grocery plans, A Grace Full Life commented, Sending you and Tara well wishes as you head to Woodman’s on the Saturday before the Super Bowl!
I really wish I’d seen that comment before we left the house the next morning, because Woodman’s was an absolute zoo. To be fair, unless you go during an off-peak time, it’s always busy. But add in the Super Bowl – the biggest snacking event of the year – and it’s even worse. At one point I waited several minutes to make a left turn out of the coffee aisle, unable to merge my cart into the endless parade of shoppers flowing by. I’ve encountered less traffic on the Beltline following a snowstorm.
But eventually we got ‘er done and headed back home. Other than a few flurries, our predicted snow never materialized, so I spent the afternoon splitting logs. Our wood pile had diminished quite a bit thanks to the cold weather, and with more on the way through at least the next week, I wanted to make sure we had enough fuel to keep our wood stove fed. I’ve gotten pretty good at splitting wood, but these logs were extra challenging because they were solidly frozen to the ground, and no amount of shoving, prying, or kicking was working them loose. At one point I grabbed a shovel to dig ’em out, but that proved equally useless. What part of frozen to the ground didn’t I understand?! I finally just whacked them with the back of the splitting maul. That did the trick.
I’m still sore, two days later.
Sunday was the Super Bowl, and can I just say, hallelujah! I’m not an Eagles fan, but I was “Go Birds!”ing with all the enthusiasm of a native Philadelphian given that the Chiefs have been a thorn in my Broncos’ side for years. I generally don’t like blowouts, but when the team you despise is on the losing end of the lopsided score, they go down a lot more smoothly. Well done, Philly! You proved the mighty Mahomes is mortal after all. Way to expose Kansas City’s weaknesses.
And how ’bout that halftime show? I’m no fan of the music, but major props to Kendrick Lamar for staging a huge protest in front of the biggest global audience of the year. What a powerful message, and it probably went over the heads of a lot of people.
I hope the Fascist-Dictator-in-Chief was squirming in his seat the whole time.
Remember my post-snow driveway art? Turns out the floor of the garage (the one with that wacky center pole) also functions as a canvas. Check this out:
If you don’t live in a snowy climate, this might perplex you. When a storm is forecast, maintenance crews salt the roads to provide traction. Great for preventing spinouts, but the stuff builds up on your car (and can eventually eat its way through metal if you don’t wash it off in a timely manner). After backing into the garage, some of the salt I’d tracked in formed these crystal patterns.
Isn’t science neat?
Science might be getting a lot neater if the forecast for Wednesday holds…
Mark My Words 
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