Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Winter-f@%&inWonderland UGH!

This is what it looks like from my front door. Yes, that's snow. When I went to bed last night it was a mere dusting of the dreaded white stuff. We've had a great deal more this winter than in the past few years. It's great -- for penguins and polar bears. It's not idealistic for this girl. What makes it worse is that the DOT got out there and started cleaning the crap up early. NO flippin' snow day! C'mon! This is the stuff snowmen and snow forts are all about. It's wet snow; packing snow. It wouldn't matter to me, mind you. I'd still have to work. The mall never closes; therefore, my place of employment would still be open.

This is the view from the back door. It's all around me! I can't get away from it. I had hoped I simply dreamed about being stuck in the white muck, but I'd wake up in a warm climate. Nope, that would be a dream. This is a nightmare. I have to brave it and drive later this morning. The wind is picking up and drifts are developing. No matter. I still have to get out there and battle the idiots who drive as if they are on dry pavement. Clowns to the left of me; jokers to the right. Here I am. Stuck in a snow drift with you!

Notice how the weight of the snow pulls down the branches of the evergreen tree. Lovely, isn't it? You should see what it's doing to power lines. I'd capture a picture of those, but that would require dressing like Nanuk of the North. I've had one cup of coffee. That ain't happening, my friends.

My co-workers tend to giggle and snark when I walk in bundled up from head to toe. I wear the goofy hat that flattens my hair. I wrap a scarf around my neck and face. I wear extra layers. I protect myself from the elements. I also don't care. Should anything happen, say my car stalls out or I end up in a ditch -- I will be warmer than the dingbats who dress as if they live in sunny Cal-i-forn-I-A!
Clark has posted pictures on his blog of public declarations of love on public property. Go to his page to see the ultimate in such expressions. I suggested how romantic it would be for someone to write "I *heart* ::insert name of choice" in the snow. I might walk around the neighborhood to see if any such snowrigliphics exist. Wait! That means going into the cold, harsh winter with which I am so disenchanted. The wind is causing the trees to shake and shimmy like a go-go dancer on speed. No thanks! Declarations of love be damned.

1 comment:

  1. BRRRR!

    But -- this second generation Florida native who didn't see snow (no joke) until she was 35 years old thinks it's really pretty. I also don't have to live and work and try to travel in it.

    Like your hat. I wish it would stay cooler longer here in Florida, because I love wearing hats and there's just no point when it's only 65 degrees out.


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