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It’s been snowing all day.
Berck took the following picture this morning. It’s since snowed about six inches, and it’s still coming down.
We cracked open tonight the bottle of Glögg Berck got at Ikea last year. Of course, we had to buy some aquavit to mix in it. Berck mixed the 500 ml bottle with half as much aquavit and that much cheap, red wine. He also cut up one of Ian’s oranges in the pot and heated it all up. Mmmm… a perfect warm drink for a very wintery day.
So what do we do when it snows here? Why, put on the snow tires, of course. Then Berck had to test them out, which we did on Gold Camp Road (a mountainous, narrow, dirt road with tunnels that goes all the way to Victor). The Miata doesn’t have much ground clearance and normally doesn’t like bumpy dirt roads, but when a road is covered with snow, the white stuff apparently fills in all the holes, and the Miata drives along on top just fine.
We drove until we came to a group of cars blocking the road, whether because they were trying to extricate one of the SUV’s or were too busy having fun to get out our way. Berck slid around backwards, and we headed back down the road. The most terrifying part of the day was avoiding people trying to drive without snow tires to the mall. There were fender-benders with police on the sides of roads everywhere. Good enough reason to stay inside on a wintery day.
Berck is trying to get his computer to work, otherwise there would be more pictures up.
Snow!
Me.
Probabilities
Yesterday I telephoned Progressive about my auto insurance. As good as Progressive is, they are obnoxious in that they have to write a new policy whenever I move out of state– something I do with some regularity. I have to call them and tell them that they already have the answer to all the questions they’re asking me so they can give me a quote and I can give them a credit card number. Then I don’t have to talk to them again until I move.
A man answered, I explained what I needed, and he welcomed me to Colorado. “I’m in colorado too!” he said with great excitement. Uhh, right, whatever. Last time I talked a Progressive person, she was in Cleveland, Ohio. I think. Anyway, he had to transfer me to someone authorized to sell a new policy. The woman who answered the phone ascertained what I needed, then said, “Oh!” “Oh?” “I live next door to you!” The likelihood of this seems very low. But it turns out, she’s Marsha, the woman who lives downstairs in the other building…
And that seems even weirder. I guess you can’t sell auto insurance door to door anymore?