Ho Hum

Nobody likes a complainer. Tough. We're all complaining. Too much snow. Do you hear? Too much. Snow.

The good parts:

• People are kind, neighborly, helpful. Really.
• There are breaks in the snow, meaning a day now and then when it doesn't snow or freeze. That's when people get out of their houses and go. Costco is packed, long lines, everybody knowing why. Smiles and chuckles abound. All in the same boat, so to speak.
• And the old one, it's pretty.

The not so good:

• Not today. It's not pretty. Dirt and slosh and deep sloppy icy ruts in the road. Read in my street. Makes driving scary, and I'm not kidding.
• Accidents. Plenty.
• Fear of flooding, as in schools and basements.
• Children who happily celebrate a few no school days are now sick of staying home.
• Not to mention their parents.

All this you already know. But now I've said it.I hope I feel better.

A Little Weary

My neighbor Ron has been up on his roof, shoveling snow, but it's sort of raining now and everything is melting, so he went inside.

When I say everything is melting, do not think what you're thinking. I just heard Larry Gebbert say, "Oh no. These piles of snow will not be melting away yet. We should have a contest to see whose lasts longest." He's talking weeks to months.

He's referring to the piles of snow we have made in our own yards by trying to keep our driveways and walkways clear. Six feet high, ten feet high. Who knows when they'll be gone? Which is to say nothing of how much snow is piled on my too-steep-to-walk-around-on-let-alone-with-a shovel roof. This winter gift from Mother Nature is, oh well, it's here.  And

I say And.

It's going to snow again tonight and tomorrow.

I also say, NO ONE PLOWS OUR STREET. So just imagine.

I just got a call from my temple shift coordinator telling me I could come in at 8 tomorrow morning instead of 5:30, that is if I can get out of my neighborhood. She is very kind. If I cannot get out of here . . . you know the rest.

Yes, I feel a bit sorry for myself. I also feel sorry for the other folks whose streets are deep with snow/slush/ice. Hard to drive on (read impossible, really). I've already been high-centered in front of my own house. Ron, my aforementioned neighbor, dug for a long time to get me moving.

Snow is not a nice word anymore.

We will remember the winter of 2016/2017.