You may live in a similar place; you’ve heard the adage “If you don’t like the weather, wait a day”? Yesterday– and I talked about this, I think– I took the garbage out in mid afternoon, and there was no snow falling. Five minutes later I looked out my front window to a complete whiteout. I couldn’t see the cul-de-sac at the end of my driveway. I could only barely see the trash can I’d just put at the end of my driveway.
I woke up this morning to six or seven inches of snow in the driveway and once again felt the curse of not being able to properly judge snowfall because of the massive amounts that are still all over my yard. I had to clear a path with my SUV so that my wife could get out of the driveway; I didn’t get up early enough to clear it this morning so that was all we could do. Plus the plows had been through and there was an ice berm at the foot of the driveway.
I just got home… oh, half an hour ago? And, for the first time in my life, cleared snow off of my driveway in my shirtsleeves. It’s forty-four freaking degrees outside, which might as well be seventy considering how my body has adjusted to the cold lately. I will admit that I didn’t make it completely through without a coat, but that was only because the wind was managing to blow directly in my face, no matter which way my face was actually pointed, which is kind of impressive in a malevolent and assholic sort of way. Those of you from warmer climes may not know the exquisite thrill of using a snowblower on wet snow and having it blow directly back into your face; needless to say, when it’s happening no matter which way you blow the snow, you put a coat on just to keep the wet off even if it’s not strictly necessary from the cold. If it had been a still day I could have easily finished the job without outerwear of any kind. It is supposed to be nearly fifty degrees and raining on Thursday. This will mean we will have apocalypse-level floods.