Coop's Corner: You must be joking- Update

Thursday, May 2, 2013

You must be joking- Update

Power out (generator running), roads horrible, 'working from home'

May 2

Noon Update ***************

This pole was perfectly vertical the last time I looked.

Our rain gauge recording what it can......

The grid.....

Ready to freshen and dry the laundry.....

Even our Sasquatch on the power pole looks bummed......

Oh, and the folks at our local Red Wing Motorbike Club are planning an "End of Summer" party tonight.

31 comments:

Martha May 2, 2013 at 7:22 AM
Power is out?! Oh I hate those heavy storms. I don't even like living in a house with no fireplace! First time ever for me!

Northern states can be mighty inconvenient for those who like to live and play outside. Life is too short for this stuff.
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Coop a.k.a. CoopdwayMay 2, 2013 at 7:57 AM
Well the coffee is hot, the house is warm and things scheduled for today are now forcibly more relaxed. Once I put another gallon in the generator, some more food in the bird feeder, I'm expecting a soothing nap to get back that false early start for the City.

At this point, attendance at Slimey Crud this weekend is looking even more bleak than it was.
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SonjaMMay 2, 2013 at 10:22 AM
Oh no! Sending you some sun from London, stat!
And a power outage? Better stay at home, get the wood fireplace (I take a strong guess you have one...) and 'tele-work'.
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UnknownMay 2, 2013 at 10:30 AM
Coop:

I had to check, It's not April 1st is it. I thought you were April Fooling.

Look at the good side of things. Your River has stopped flowing, now you can drive out to the main road.

bob
Riding the Wet Coast
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RichardMMay 2, 2013 at 11:15 AM
That looks like a lot of snow and it must be really wet to bring down power lines. Look on the bright side, it won't last very long once the storm passes...

Cleveland. A Buckeye?
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Coop a.k.a. CoopdwayMay 2, 2013 at 11:18 AM
Richard,
As tough as it is to say, we'd really prefer a nice slow melt....doubt we'll get it.

Two of our girls attended Cleveland Institute of Music, part of Case Western.
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Erik RMay 2, 2013 at 11:44 AM
I think both the Slimey Crud Run and the fishing opener will have to wait... I've lost power a few times today, but only for a minute or 2 each time. No back up generator here, but the fireplace would provide some heat. I also filled a couple of pails with water in case of a longer outage I could still flush... I'll have to think about a propane fueled back up.
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AnonymousMay 2, 2013 at 12:02 PM
bummer.... here in Edina not a flake in sight.. well, except for the creepy guy on the 3rd floor :o)
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TrobairitzMay 2, 2013 at 12:39 PM
Oh, that is so not cool. Cold? yes. Cool? no sir.

Sure hope it melts fast, just not fast enough to flood you out again.
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Dar May 2, 2013 at 1:43 PM
Wow this totally suxs! I wish old man winter would decide to don his burmuda shorts and take a vacay.
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Martha May 2, 2013 at 4:04 PM
This really is a spring snow. One of those heavy mean ones. The last slap. It's the classic one that makes northerners say "Welllllll...you never know. We could get a heavy wet snow even in April yet..."
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VStar LadyMay 2, 2013 at 10:28 PM
And I thought Ontario weather was bad ... it has melted and become glorious (touch wood) here. Hope your spring comes back.
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Keith - Circle BlueMay 3, 2013 at 6:22 AM
There was snow in Missouri, but it stayed west. Here just back in the 40's and rain and rain and rain. Everyone back home now has generators. We didn't growing up. Nice.

Spring will come...

or Summer.
~k
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Back RoadMay 4, 2013 at 8:05 AM
Hi Coop, I had read your previous post and wanted to let you know how nice to see the weather easing enough to get a nice ride in. Nature plays a bit of a cruel joke on us in the spring and it can be hard to appreciate the beauty of a freezing rain / snow mix when the winter has already been too long. Hope the warm weather returns soon.
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DebMay 4, 2013 at 9:25 AM
Where the heck do you live?

Is that white stuff dandelion puffies blowing in the wind?

Poor Squatch...he needs a parka!

Come to Ohio...blue skies, sunshine, green grass....oops! sorry! :=)
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Coop a.k.a. CoopdwayMay 4, 2013 at 5:38 PM
Hey Deb,
The Polar Bear Alerts have ceased so we've got that going for us. Now if we can just avoid any further frostbite.....

Peg left for Cleveland early this morning to bring our daughter home...just spoke with her on the phone and she's in fact experiencing beautiful OH weather. By the time she(they) return tomorrow, conditions will be much fairer here.

I see good things ahead :)
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DebMay 5, 2013 at 9:10 AM
You've got more snow than my cousin who lives in Anchorage, Alaska!

Crazy weather!

DANG!
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