Magus wrote:angie... The casinos never turn a sucker away... neither Foxwoods nor Mohegan Sun skipped a beat.
BUT... Since there was scanty clientele, they graciously "allowed" most of their fulltime, non-probationary employees a day off without pay.
A day off
WITHOUT pay ?
How bleepin' much
MONEY is too much !
I never gamble, and, though I've been to Foxwoods with friends, I find it very depressing, so many sad and/or "lost" faces.
I shoveled 4 times this weekend. Any snow is too much. I don't know why I live here. What a bust.
littlek wrote: "I don't own, I do shovel, and I do frolic come spring. Best of all worlds, really"
In exchange for shoveling, you get to frolic. Sounds like a nice arrangement!
Eva, ... sometimes I feel that way, but other times, when the landscape is blanketed in crystals and quieted by the glistening snow cover, I think: there's nowhere else I'd rather be.
Except, perhaps, where Mr. Still is. I LOVE the heat.
a foot of snow is nice
18" is entertaining
two feet of snow is too much
<why didn't I buy snowshoes yet?>
I think that snow blanket is a wonderfully magical thing, but only if you a) don't live in the city and b) don't have to go anywhere or do anything.
Digression: (Sorry angie).
Merry Andrew--
From Peter Ackroyd's London: The Biography
P. 138:
Contemporary accounts dwell upon the drollery of "merry Andrews," otherwise known as Jack Puddings or Pickled Herrings; they wore a costume with donkey's ears, and accompanied other performers with their fiddles."
Perhaps the illustrious Bottom with his asses ears is entitled to speak loftily of "minions", but does a penny-in-the-hat busker have the same right?
It's all about having 4 good snow/ice tires on the vehicle.
All season tires just don't make it in this kind of environment.
Noddy24 wrote:Digression: (Sorry angie).
Merry Andrew--
From Peter Ackroyd's London: The Biography
P. 138:
Contemporary accounts dwell upon the drollery of "merry Andrews," otherwise known as Jack Puddings or Pickled Herrings; they wore a costume with donkey's ears, and accompanied other performers with their fiddles."
Perhaps the illustrious Bottom with his asses ears is entitled to speak loftily of "minions", but does a penny-in-the-hat busker have the same right?
I just wanna know where do I get that there costume with the ass's rears...er...ears?
Merry Andrew--
Send a minion. Do I look like a minion?
angie wrote:Eva, ... sometimes I feel that way, but other times, when the landscape is blanketed in crystals and quieted by the glistening snow cover, I think: there's nowhere else I'd rather be.
Except, perhaps, where Mr. Still is. I LOVE the heat.
I'll admit, snow does occasionally look lovely from inside a nice, warm house with a roaring fire on the hearth. I'll amend my previous statement...
How much snow is too much? Any snow that doesn't melt off the concrete by 9 a.m.
Noddy24 wrote:Digression: (Sorry angie).
No problem, I love digressions.
The mountains of snow are everywhere today, 4, 5, 6 feet pile-ups left by the plows. This stuff could be here for a while.
