It snowed, as forecast.
Not that you’d doubt it, because you’re trusting souls. And I, being forthright with the readers here, have given no reason for you to not believe me. But maybe you haven’t seen snow in a while. Here is a bit of hastily gather evidence from this morning.
We enjoyed chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast, as is the snowy tradition.
By last night, we were hoping for snow just to have the pancakes.
It was a pleasant sight, and not nearly as bad as anticipated. The birds are out eating seeds. The roads are more quiet. Much of everything is closed for the day. The power never blinked. My kind of terror dome.
This afternoon, when the snow had finally exhausted itself, we went out to shovel the driveway.
Oh, I prepared the snow blower, but we only had three, maybe four inches of snow. That didn’t seem worth putting oil and gas in the blower, honestly. So I shoveled the sidewalk before my lovely bride realized it, and had gotten started on the driveway when she came outside. So we did that.
Then I looked over at our elderly neighbor’s driveway. It was cleaned. And then I thought, you know, another of our neighbors is out of town right now. Won’t be back until tomorrow, and has two or three new joints. Maybe that person shouldn’t be out there shoveling day old snow after a week of transnational travel. So we shoveled that driveway, too.
I thought it’d be a nice surprise. A nice mystery. But I looked up, and they have a camera covering the driveway, of course. Technology.
Once again in our yard, I did a quick inspection for snow related issues and noted the patio table, with some delight.
For some reason I want waffle fries now, though.
And that’s been today. Tomorrow will be different.
Ten years ago today, we were doing this …
Reading as we lazily sailed to the south Caribbean.
We might have been smarter in 2015 than we are today.