We had our first big snow of the year this past weekend. I kept looking out the windows to see how much accumulated, but it never seemed to be a great deal. Monday morning rolled around and I was hit with the realization that we had close to 20″ of snow. My plan to just plow through it looked less likely all of a sudden.
I tried anyway, and got the car stuck about 1/3 of the way down our 100′ driveway. Cody trudged off to work on foot and I stayed behind to free the car and then attempt to clear the driveway.
Some quick math: 100′ of snow, 8′ wide driveway, at 20″ deep works out to about 12 tons of snow. Suffice it to say, my back and hips are not pleased with me today. Took several hours to clear it all with the little, dinky, collapsible shovel I was using.
Next time, I’m going make sure I have a proper shovel or two and lay down rock salt in advance, so it keeps the snow from even accumulating. Not sure if that’ll work or not, but I can hope.
While driving to work this morning, my Jetta hit 90,000 miles. It’s a 2002 Jetta, bought used in late 2005 with 26,000 miles on it. It’s been a great car, and I hope it continues to be for the next 64,000 miles as well.
Chirality describes a state in which something cannot be superimposed on its mirror. It’s often used in chemistry, but the human hand is a good example as well. Chirality is the reason you have to use the same hand as the other person when shaking hands. The “opposite” hand cannot clasp.
This word popped into my head while in the shower this morning. I have no idea why, but there you are.
Unrelated, I started wondering last night if I should have been a doctor, and whether or not becoming one later in life would be remotely feasible. I suspect not. Alas. It’d be nice to help people and get paid for it.
Stayed up until around 3am this morning, attempting to tear brilliance from my fingertips and stuff it into Word. Net wordcount was very small, and also disconnected from the place where I last left off, but at least the story’s moving again. I also tried doing some mind-mapping for the story, on the hypothesis that perhaps I’m the sort of writer that does better from an outline or reference body. That particular approach didn’t work, though I’m not totally convinced that some kind of codified brainstorming isn’t the right way to go.
Though I’ve spent a long time writing (pretty sure my parents still have stories I wrote when my age was single-digit), I still have yet to find my process, where I can say, “I’m going to sit down and write now,” and not feel a little jolt of “But I don’t know what to write!” surge through me. That will come with time and experimentation, no doubt.