…because the blowers just died and the forecast is calling for icy DQQM. The latter isn’t supposed to start until tomorrow night, but still, it’s kind of ruining my day.
On the bright side, today’s holiday luncheon has been either called off or postponed, onna counta icy sidewalks.
Oh, and while I’m complaining, Sugar did not win Survivor. I’m disappointed. I liked Bob, and am happy that he beat Susie (WTF? How did she get three votes?!), but I was really pulling for Sugar.
December Snow
I’m glad we’re back on real Indiana time, but I hate that it feels late when it’s only 6 or 7PM. Yuck! It wasn’t so bad when the shorter days crept up slowly, but to get so far into fall and then suddenly have to turn the clocks back is kind of miserable.
And the crappy grey weather is notnotnot helping.
Since I stopped drinking caffeine, I’ve also had to stop drinking tea, because every single variety of tea in my stash was caffeinated. But! I remembered this morning that I’d put all my decaf teas in a big tin on the very tippy top of the kitchen shelves. Out of sight and out of mind. In it, there were a bunch of decaf green tea bags, but also peppermint, raspberry, citrus, and chamomile.
Aaaah! I missed hot drinks.
I was hoping that the snow we’re getting would provide a little bit of traction on the ice, but no. It’s actually slicker with the snow, than it was without it. When it was just bare ice, every place you stepped, your shoes melted a thin layer of it, which made it slightly sticky. As long as you stepped carefully, you’d be okay. The snow has basically added a nice polish on the ice.
Even the dog, who is half mountain goat, has trouble staying upright on this stuff.
Ugh.
And, it’s warm enough next to the building that the area just outside my patio door is still a swamp. An icy swamp. Mr. Foo Dog sits under the most drippy part, so he’s sporting a long beardsicle.
This lens is nowhere near fast enough to catch raindrops, but I gave it a try, anyway.
About the only good thing I can say about the current weather is that the rain might melt the ice off my car. I’m not holding my breath, though, because it’s still below freezing, and my car looks like a giant, blue ice cube.
It’s supposed to start snowing any minute now. Then, the dreaded wintry mix, which they’re threatening will last until tomorrow evening. The snow, I’m fine with. We haven’t had much snow this winter, and I really enjoyed the last one. Ice, though, makes me want to cry.
One minute, it looked like this:
The next, it looked like this:
That’s a lot of snow! Business/SPEA ought to be visible to the left of the tallish tree in the bottom photo. Goodbye Business/SPEA. It was nice knowing you.
One last photo, this time of ice covering the bottom of an up-ended flower pot. Since my patio doesn’t get any direct sunlight in the winter, ice and snow stick around even when we’ve had highs in the 40s for a couple of days.
I’m tired of ice. I had to scrape it off my car twice today. This morning, it was so thick that I could only chisel off a square inch at a time. Talk about tedious! Then, when I left work this afternoon, it was raining. Raining? Ha! More like semi-frozen gel that hardened on contact with my already-once-scraped car windows.
And to make matters worse, there were three cars lined up behind mine, wanting my parking space. Three of them! What the hell did the second and third driver think they were going to do, arm wrestle the first person in line for my spot? So, I had car scraping performance anxiety, because I knew that all three of them were watching me cussing at me to hurry up.
And now, I’m at home and worrying about potential power outages. Id rather not have a repeat of last spring’s ice storm. Just in case, I’ve got the heat preemptively cranked up. I think I’m going to go put a load of clothes in the washer, check the mail (yay, Netflix!), and park myself in front of the television with a big cup of hot tea.
red paper boat 