It's too early to start saying this, but...

Friday, 9:39 am

By Kate

Winter still has its rosy bloom of youth and I’m ready to bury it already. Before it buries me. Have done nothing but shovel and chop my way through snow and ice for the last 24 hours. This morning the car looked like a white blob on the landscape and I really did have to chop my way down to contact with actual car. And then it was a surreal vignette with me out there with a blow dryer thawing the door out enough so that it would open. Yes, there is an extension cord plugged in at all times, ready to do blow dryer battle with the car in the mornings. Being so close to the coast, we’re more apt to have ice than snow. Or when we do have snow, we’re quite apt to end the snow storm with an ice finale. I never knew ice until I moved here. It’s only taken me until the first week of January to proclaim my disgust and loathing of winter. Didn’t used to be this way. Back when winter meant squeaky snow. You know, the kind of snow that comes down powdery and then crunches in a squeaky kind of way under your boots? I liked that kind of snow.