A week went by. We thawed. We had plus 9’s.
Now we have a ton of snow again and minus 9’s.
Is nothing in this god-forsaken land ever ‘normal’?
Yesterday we got hit by another blizzard. Terrible road conditions. Over 200 accidents (that’s mostly due to yahoo’s who refuse to drive to the conditions, but that’s another rant), some highways closed, travellers told they could not proceed if they didn’t have snow tires. Hotels were happy.
I get home and my driveway is full of snow again. This time, though, I’m not shovelling it. Tim can. Sounds mean, but hear me out. EVERY time there is a big snowfall, the man is never around. I get to do all the shovelling. This time, I knew he’d be home shortly after me (and I had a meeting across town, anyway, which I chose to walk to) so I figured: let him do it this time.
I get home. He shovelled around my car.
Winter. It brings out the best in some of us.
I hate it.