snow storm. I am beginning to take the weather personally.
Does that sound like cabin fever. I suspect it does.
The day started out with a few flakes then pandemonium, there will be 15 more cm of snow on the ground before it gets dark. Then it is supposed to start raining.
Attila said at lunch that the roads are terrible. He was right. He could not get the car down our road. So... Attila has to walk our snowblower down to the end of the road, clear a path for the car and then he can get the car as far as our driveway. Then he has to clear the driveway so he can bring the car in to park. This is the first time something like this has happened. I expect he will be at it for hours.
We still have all our services though, so far so good.
I am not allowing myself to take pictures of the snow. Any other object of study will do, stucco on the ceiling, floorboards, bricks... no, no, not the bricks. The bricks I'll have to save for head banging. The sooner I start, the sooner I can stop, the sooner I will feel better. Fuzzy logic!
And if I hear "Here Comes Suzy Snowflake", by Rosemary Clooney, one more time I just might start screaming!
|RECIPES :: Cast
The Married Men
by The Roches
[I don't quite see things the same way as the lyricist, Maggie Roche. Luckily I don't have to agree with thoughts and sentiments to enjoy hearing them.]
On The Screen
The Chronicles of Narnia
The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe
By The Easy Chair
The Forsyte Saga
by John Galsworthy
"All ambitions are lawful except those that climb upward on the miseries or credulities of mankind."
Condition: Light Snow [HA!]
Pressure101.3 kPa falling
Visibility: 1.1 km
Humidity: 92 %
Wind Chill: -7
Wind: SSE 11 km/h
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