This winter has been a different animal than last winter. We haven’t had a lot of snow, usually just an inch or two. You’re saying: Hey Claudia, that’s good! Remember last year?
The problem lies with the snow changing to sleet and then changing to rain and then freezing. That’s what happened yesterday. We ended up getting lots of rain on top of the snow and despite our bests efforts to stay on top of the slush, this morning everything has turned to ice. The driveway, the dog corrals – both big and small; everything.
This has happened several times this winter. I would almost rather have a big, clean snow fall. Don hasn’t been able to use the snowblower – the amount of snow doesn’t warrant it. This crappy mess that keeps hitting us is dangerous and a pain in the tush. It’s not making me happy.
And it’s very, very cold. It went down into the teens last night and isn’t supposed to get much warmer during the day today.
Let’s take a minute to gaze upon this photo of the happy couple that hangs above the desk:
Or this one, written about in a Valentine’s Day post a few years back:
We’re on the beach.
The beach that was just a few miles from our home.
In San Diego.
And I’m much skinnier, but that’s beside the point.
This is the time of year, after the first charming snow fall has come and gone, when I wonder what the heck we’re doing here. Why did we move East? Just what were the reasons?
Oh, I know what they were. And are. And most of the year, we like living here.
Just not now. In the winter.
Or when deer ticks give us lyme disease.
How is the weather where you are? Is it cold? Is it frigid and snowy? Or are you sitting under a palm tree somewhere?
Happy Tuesday.
