How often do the weathermen get it right? I guess a lot if you count the number of times they say "Partly to mostly sunny with a 50% chance of rain." Of course you idiots! It's either going to rain or it's not. That IS a 50% chance. Duh. But the millions used to acquire the incredible Doppler system has somehow made them feel smarter about saying that. Whatever floats your boat folks. There is a fifty percent chance that it will. It floats mine ...well, like a lead balloon.(And for you weather forecasters? That means a high pressure system carrying considerable weight is coming from the north and pushing down on you, making you sink. It's bad. 100%) But enough of that gobbeldy-gook. We got crushed with snow. CRUSHED. The crappy thing? I was alone. Cheech got stuck travelling (or NOT travelling as the case may be) AND? The truck was in the shop. But we'll begin with the fun(ny) stuff.
Birdie loves snow. She bites it, barks and runs through it and sticks her head in it to see if it's real. You can almost hear her squealing with puppy glee to be in it. Winston loathes it. He likes to piddle on it but he creates mini-avalanches that cover him and make him angry. Then he digs at the ice. Let's picture THAT for a moment: my snorty little "nekked" bald man out in the snow pooping and mad. He glowers at me and pouts. I swear I hear "I hate you" as he trots past me. Oh well, it can't go on the carpet Bubba. Sorry. I'll give you an extra cookie out of guilt.
The kids were ecstatic. They dragged out the sleds and zoomed into the street. They stole my gardening tools and built caves in the huge piles. They laughed until they had no breath left. When they finally came in, their cheeks were rosy and they sniffed a lot. I couldn't make enough hot cocoa and soup. Anything warm was devoured. They even got to play in the dark. There was so much snow that it lit up the neighborhood. It was awesome.
Where I grew up, this wasn't too big of a deal. I like snow. I love to play in it. I really don't mind shovelling it. HOWEVER, I have had more than my fill in the last eighteen hours or so.
It began early. I took my first shot at 7am on Saturday; a couple of inches but it was coming down hard. I knew what my day was going to look like. My neighbors scoffed. They giggled and pointed.
"Hope you like doing that. You'll have to do it allllll day." They pulled their coats around them and went inside.
"I know." I huffed and kept at it. Every two hours I went out and kept at it. I shoved three inches or so around every time. I cleaned the drive, the front walk, the back walk, and the Poopie palace. (Must keep an area clear for the Prince and Princess. I quickly realized they would have nowhere to "go") Yes, I shovelled grass. I did this until 7pm. I pushed snow into the street when the plows came and drifted me in. My neighbors still chided me when ever I went out.
"Hurry! Faster FASTER!" they laughed.
I waved from the comfort of my snowy ensemble. I was exhausted. When finished, I crawled into bed and conked out. The kids had to put themselves to bed. Around midnight, the charlie horses crept in, snuggling up deep within my muscles. I wanted to cry. Sleep returned, but with much begging and it was fleeting...just like the drifting snow that I dreamt about.
At 5am I got up and began again. After two hours, my drive was clear (again) as was my mailbox and car. The dogs had a run that resembled something those Zshu Zshu Hamster things would LOVE to play in. I walked out to the main road and looked. What a mess; under all the fluffy snow was ice. I scooted home and did the best thing in the world: I went back to bed. I was sure my neighbors saw me.
They were just getting started. The snow was wet and heavy now.
"Ah yes, you thought I was so funny out here all day yesterday. I didn't see the humor then but I do now. (giggle and point) I'm going to go back to bed. Did I mention that? Enjoy the two feet we got." Trite? Yes, but if you know me, you know I like it.
Good news? Cheech is only two hours behind. He should be home before ten tonight. I'm glad.
Hope you all fared well if you got hit by this muck. Regardless, thanks for visiting. I have a good one coming toward the end of the week. We'll chat soon I hope.
