God I hate snow

Sunday, 3:05 pm

By Kate

Dec

16

2007

I am sick to death of snow. On the 16th of December—five days before winter even officially begins.

I woke up this morning, hearing wind. That made me not want to look out the window, so I grabbed my laptop instead and crawled back under the comforters and tried to read the news. All about snow.

So, I watched a movie instead. A really old Errol Flynn movie called The Black Swan. There was no snow in the movie. That was nice.

But then I had to get out from under the comforters. Abbie said she was hungry and she wasn’t taking no for an answer.

Naturally, the first thing I did was open the window blind and take a look outside. It was horrifying. I don’t know where it all came from, but we have at least another fresh foot of snow on the ground. With drifts. The last I had heard, we weren’t supposed to get more than 3 inches, if that. We were supposed to get mostly rain. But no, I’m here to tell you, we have a good solid foot of fresh snow on the ground. And I know without even sticking my toe outside, that this is not the light fluffy stuff, either. It’s the wet, heavy kind.

Know what’s even better? Our wonderful snow plow man gave my driveway another extra foot of length and then stuffed the end of my driveway full of snow. He choked it full of snow. It’s going to take me a half an hour just to get that out of the driveway, never mind the rest of it.

And my woodpile! It’s a good thing I dragged a whole lot of wood in the house yesterday, because today it is nearly buried. It’s going to take considerable time and effort to chop my way to it, say nothing of chopping my way into it.

I thought I might wait a while to see if the storm turns to rain and melts some of this wretched snow before I have to start shoveling. More likely it would just supersaturate the snow and then freeze as hard as granite tonight. Wouldn’t that be fun? It’s still snowing sideways and it will all probably freeze as hard as granite tonight, anyway—rain or no rain.

I’m so over loving snow. The very last thing I want to do is bundle up and go shovel snow AGAIN. Heavy wet snow. I don’t wanna. What could be more enjoyable than going out there and having the wind whip freezing pellets and snowflakes in my face while tossing 15 pounds per shovel load of snow into ever higher piles? It adds immeasurably to the ambiance. Sigh....