Greg has stepped aside for a day to allow me some space to vent. I am the Marco’s Paper truck, and I have gotten tired of listening to him gripe about the weather. He should spend a few days in my tire tracks in February . . .
This is me, Tuesday morning. In the eight days since I got home from Georgia, I have been snowed on three times. And every time the parking lot gets cleared, all of that snow gets piled around ME.
My “home” is between two buildings, so not only do I get the cold and snow, I get the swirling winds that drift and cover me over and over. This is not a warm blanket . . .
You can’t tell from this picture, but that pile of snow next to me is mostly solid ice, and it’s about four feet deep. And see those icicles and that overhanging snow next to the building? How would you like to have that inching closer and closer to you every hour?
Look at this – just look at it. I’ll bet it makes you shiver. Me, too. But I’m getting even. I’m leaving for Florida today – we have a show in Clearwater this Saturday. Greg has been so excited – he usually goes for a walk in the surf on Clearwater Beach after setup on Friday. But he had to take care of me first, because if I don’t get out, he doesn’t get out. So he spent over two hours chopping and hacking at the snow around me yesterday, and finally got around to plugging me in so my engine block will be nice and warm today and I’ll start.
The customers will be all excited when they get to our booth on Friday, because we’re going to have all of the new Ten Seconds molds, the new Position-It from Scor-It, and almost all of the brand new Spellbinders dies that everyone has been asking about. And we’ll have Sue Rothamel from USArtQuest in our booth – the first time she has done one of our shows in Florida.
And I’ll get a chance for all of this snow to melt off me. But Greg will still be griping, because I heard that the weather in Florida is running 20 degrees below normal and he will freeze his little tootsies off if he goes to the beach. It’s just breaking my heart – heh, heh, heh, heh, heh . . .