Uncle Roger's Notebooks of Daily Life
My life is, to me, ripe with frequent challenges, occasional successes, spontaneous laughter, adequate tears, and enough *life* to last me a lifetime. To you, however, it surely seems most pedestrian. And therefore, I recycle the name I used previously and call this my Notebooks of Daily Life. Daily, because it's everyday in nature, ordinary. These conglomeration of events that are my life are of interest to me because I live it, perhaps mildly so to those who are touched by it, and could only be of perverse, morbid curiosity to anyone else. Yet, I offer them here nonetheless. Make of them what you will, and perhaps you can learn from my mistakes.
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Friday, March 10, 2006
Fresh from our trip to Lake Tahoe last month, our snow clothes and boots were in a contico in the breakfast nook -- a good thing, because we needed them tonight.
I was on my way home when it started. First, some pretty serious lightning lit up the skies. The the hail began falling. Lots of hail. So much hail that at times, I couldn't hear Rachel on the phone. I finally just gave up.
Between the BART station where I dropped Hal off and our house, there are some notable hills. The first, leading up Moncada from Urbano, is pretty steep. In the Intrigue, I had a hard time of it. I got to the top of the first block and the tires started spinning. I made it through the intersection, but the second block is even steeper -- a killer on a bicycle. I slipped and slid, but made it to the top. Then it really started to come down.
When I got to our street, I could barely see and it looked a lot like I wish Tahoe had when we were there. I got to the top of the hill, and that was it. Try as I might, I couldn't get traction enough to move forward. I started back down, intending to park in front, but couldn't see well enought to even know if there was an available parking place. I called Rachel to have her go to the window and guide me, and with her help was able to park out of harm's way.
Immediately, I hopped out and grabbed my camera. I took a bunch of photos -- close to a hundred total for the evening -- and went in to get the kids. We put on their jackets and their snow boots and went out into the backyard where the kids danced around in the hail. One of the neighbors came by and was unable to get up the alley; she backed down and I helped push her onto the flat part headed down to the other end of the alley.
Later, we went over to Lowell to check on Rachel's mom. Turns out there is a hole in the roof above the stage and it actually hailed onstage. This caused the kids to run outside to check it out and play in the "snow". Later, we ended up heading over to Mission to get some burritos where we saw people throwing snowballs. On the way back, we stopped by the firehouse near City College to snap some photos of the snowman standing outside, wearing a fireman's hat.
Saturday morning, there was still plenty of white on the West-facing side of the street (including our yard) and it lasted even until Sunday morning, in some spots.
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