I'm dreaming of a white December 4th...
oooh, crap. I'm not dreaming. Overnight, the good lord decided to dump a few inches of the cold/white stuff on our burb. I awoke to find ugly, masses of the heavy white stuff to shovel and break my back beautiful waves of white painting the trees and the neighbourhood.
I gotta admit... I'm not ready for this yet. I know, I know... I live in Chicago, I should be used to this... there are areas of the country (U.S.) that have already seen several feet of snow. I don't care. This is my blog, so this is the one place where it's all about me.
I sent the wife out this morning to shovel the front walk, so that I wouldn't damage my loafers walking to the car... nah... not even I managed that one... (nobody believed me, did they?)... she shoveled her own way out to her "pre-warmed" car, and headed out to Yoga.. (she's very 'bendy').
And now I have to go put on my jeans, and boots, head out there are move some of that crystallized water around... make a path for the tiny-little-doggie to wander out back and kill the grass for next year.
The stuff is pretty... and I would enjoy it, if we were in for only a couple of months... but this is Chicago, and we should be prepared for snow on the ground (which will turn grey in a matter of hours) all the way through April... Yeeesh.