It’s done snowing. It snowed. Past tense. What’s on the ground is present tense, all eight inches of it. Shovelled off the driveway yesterday evening on theory it would make today’s shovelling easier. After shovelling it again today, I’m doubtful removing yesterday’s two inches made much difference. At least, if you gotta have this much snow, this is the “right” kind – powder. The really bad part is the COLD COLD COLD. Zero degrees and just a little wind drives it into your bones. Had to do the driveway in three sessions; the signal to end a session being numb fingers.
Becky dutifully drove to work this morning, called me when she got there to report safe arrival and, in fact, not much trouble. I chickened out. The Miata is just not made for anything other than dry pavement. So I worked at home. Forty-five years ago I would be outside sledding and snowboating and rolling around in it.
It’s still weird in the house without Cinnamon. At night, when I’m ready to go to bed and turn off the lights I still automatically hesitate when starting down the hall so as not to step on her in the dark. She used to sprawl out in the hall when Becky went to bed.
About Eight Inches
December 8, 2005
General
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John
It’s done snowing. It snowed. Past tense. What’s on the ground is present tense, all eight inches of it. Shovelled off the driveway yesterday evening on theory it would make today’s shovelling easier. After shovelling it again today, I’m doubtful removing yesterday’s two inches made much difference. At least, if you gotta have this much snow, this is the “right” kind – powder. The really bad part is the COLD COLD COLD. Zero degrees and just a little wind drives it into your bones. Had to do the driveway in three sessions; the signal to end a session being numb fingers.
Becky dutifully drove to work this morning, called me when she got there to report safe arrival and, in fact, not much trouble. I chickened out. The Miata is just not made for anything other than dry pavement. So I worked at home. Forty-five years ago I would be outside sledding and snowboating and rolling around in it.
It’s still weird in the house without Cinnamon. At night, when I’m ready to go to bed and turn off the lights I still automatically hesitate when starting down the hall so as not to step on her in the dark. She used to sprawl out in the hall when Becky went to bed.