The Finch Formerly Known As Gold

14 December 2004

Crisp, not brittle

Sunset has started to advance again, after retreating back to 5:17 pm, but nights are still just about as long as they can be. Fortunately, last night was about as nice a period of winter darkness as you can find in Oklahoma: the air was cold but dry, clouds had been banished from the premises, and the lights of Bricktown seemed brighter than usual, even beyond the usual holiday decor.

Then came the morning, and the revelation that the Mother of All Potholes (well, I don't know if it's truly the Mother, but I recall addressing it in some related fashion) has now reached across almost an entire lane of traffic. And since it was filled with water yesterday afternoon, I can't think of any reason why I should have been surprised that this morning (low 24) it was full of ice, but I was definitely grateful not to be facing any oncoming traffic during the inevitable Swerve Mode.

Generally, I don't normally travel that direction in the morning, but I figured I'd go vote. I arrived at 7:09, and the poll workers were just getting things opened up. Given the amount of turnout one can reasonably expect for an election this minor, they probably needn't have rushed.

Posted at 7:57 AM to Weather or Not


Good ol' Sandy :)

Posted by: ms7168 at 11:53 AM on 15 December 2004

She has her charms.

I note in passing that at some time yesterday afternoon, a city crew happened upon that monstrous pothole (NW 50th between Cross and Youngs, if you were curious) and squirted in a liter or two of I Can't Believe It's Not Tar!™

Fiftieth from Pennsylvania to May is now approximately 40 percent paving material and 55 percent patches. (The rest is holes.)

Posted by: CGHill at 1:44 PM on 15 December 2004