whitereflection | Note to snow deities: you suck

(unless, of course, things close tomorrow. If that happens, all lauds and praises.)

Shoveling. Bah. Got about 6in. today, they say another 3-10 potential tonight/tomorrow. Please let there be another snow day. It would make me teh happy. Also have heard there is another storm coming through Wed/Thurs., then one around Saturday, maybe another next week? Oo Well. We have some amazing drifts in our yard, both natural and shovelling related. They're eating our house.

Snow + Superbowl = streets deserted like "The Day After". Kinda creepy, inna way. If I could photograph it, I would call it desolate white. Except it's a bit pretty--especially the pine trees on the corner by that one store, with all the clear Christmas lights still on them, shining under branches coated like with gobs of frosting.

Not much to say, really. Just musings. Should eat and keep tinkering with studying or something.

[Edit: Ohyeah, almost couldn't make it up the hill (ie. slight incline) to the house coming back from the store, thanks to the muck-slush-ice-snow piled on the street. Another point against the snow deities. Tho doesn't help Saturns suck ass on traction/getting through snow and ice, plus our tires aren't super. And ponderable of the day: how the hell do I remember to get peanut butter, but totally forget to get bread when they're both in the same aisle? And I had a list? Fffeh...moron.]

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Eric made today's project cleaning out the milk room in the barn, what we use as a mud room. It's needed it for a very, very, very long time. Anyway, he sent me off to the dump with a wagon stuffed to the roof with junk, including a large square plastic trash can which is pretty much the size of me. So I get there and start unloading. Since I've got so much it's taking me a bit, and one by one pickups start to pull up behind me waiting their turn. Each of them is driven by a rather impatient looking man in his middle ages. Whatever, I usually am fast and others are slow, they're just going to have to be a bit patient with me. I keep unloading. Then I get to the trash can. I honestly don't know what possessed my husband to think I could lift and dump this thing on my own. It comes up to my collar bones in height and was so heavy I could barely drag it out of the car. I tried to lift it I really did, I'm reasonably strong for my size. But what he didn't tell me was the thing was half full of catalogues and other various junk mail. ^^;; HEAVY.

Needless to say I struggled and struggled and finally had to resort to opening it and unloading one double handful at a time. Meanwhile, did the pickups full of burly, impatient men help? ~laughs~ No, they just got more and more impatient with me, giving me dirty looks as I scooped and shoveled my junk mail. Honestly though, who can blame them. I was making them late to their pre-game beer after all.

Did I mention this was at 11:15am?

~sends the snow chibis to shovel your drive into the roads to guarantee you a snow day~

Note to snow deities: you suck

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