The First Snowstorm of the season
Boy, December sure didn’t waste any time, did it? We got hit with first snowstorm of the season at some point yesterday or last night. And I had no idea it was coming.
I mean, I knew it was going to snow. But the weather reports predicted three to five inches. Yeah, no. It was more like three times five inches.
Imagine my surprise at six-thirty this morning when I had to force open the back door to let the dog out.
I just got done shoveling the front half of the driveway and front municipal sidewalk and holy moly, was that heavy snow.
On the plus side, at least the first snowstorm of the season waited until December this time around. Last winter, we got absolutely slammed with a Snowmageddon-level snowstorm in mid-November.
That was the snowstorm where a dimwitted idiot got his car stuck in the middle of my street and just walked away and left it there for seven freaking hours. Right smack at the end of my driveway. The dumbass.
At least this snowstorm was dumbass-free.
Though it wasn’t bird-of-prey-free.
As I was shoveling the driveway apron, I noticed clumps of bird feathers fluttering down onto the snow. I looked up and there above me, sitting on the top of the utility pole, was a hawk feasting on some poor, unsuspecting bird.
What can I say? Never a dull moment when the first snowstorm hits.
I’m not done with the shoveling yet. I ran out of steam before I could shovel around my car. But, honestly, since I’m not fixing to go anywhere, it can wait until tomorrow. Hopefully by then my Lupus-ridden body is rested enough to clear the rest.
At least until the next snowstorm hits.
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*snow flashbacks*
[shudders]
What a bunch of Crysacks this SAME STORM dumped close to a foot of snow on Montana and NOT a Whisper from the national media. It hits the plains states and OMG it is a Fing disaster and when it gets to the East coast everybody freaks the F out. Grow the F up it happens this time of year either suck it up and deal with it or move south.
“If you mention snow, you’re a cry baby who needs to grow up!!!!”
Oh, okay.
F you very much, honey.
Wow Sabre. You appear to be a colicky, restless baby whose only relief comes from being bounced on a big plastic exercise ball. Try that instead of a keyboard. K? K.
WTF? Its winter.
Just so I’m clear here. Writing an innocuous post about the beginning of snow shoveling season in Central New York means I’m a crysack who needs to grow the F up. And I am also violating some hitherto unknown rule that writing about snow in winter is unseemly.
Good grief you guys. I’m not sure why writing about shoveling the snow sets your teeth on edge. If I write about blistering heat in July will you let me know if that’s also against the rules? How about an April post about spring rains? The leaves turning colors in fall? Do let me know.
It’s election season. Should I resist the temptation to write about the election?
Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow! I love every miraculous flake! I thank God for blanketing this filthy world with a gorgeous blanket of clean white frozen water crystals, to remind us there is Someone with greater power than all us combined! Praise the Lord while shoveling the white stuff!
I don’t think you’re a crybaby and I always look forward to your posts.
I do know what you mean about winter coming on strong though.
For goodness sake it was freezing here, 53 deg. F this morning.
Boy I had to bundle up big time to get the chill off.
Well, such is life in So Cal.
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Up at 6.30a.m., shovelling all that snow, taking care of the dog, and writing your column … all with the specter of Lupus … I admire your determination.
I have headaches and just stay in bed.
Good for you, Dianny. Keep up the good work.
Dust of Snow
BY ROBERT FROST
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
Keep up the pressure Dianny!