Snow Stash

Eight days and I still let it slip by (maybe . . . I think.)

This is the snow we've been enjoying. This morning I felt a little throb of relief when I saw that the temp had risen to 0 degrees(or -18C). Now it's up to 5. Hip, Hip, Hooray! And how does zero degrees feel? It hurts. Here's how the snow looks as of this a.m. These pictures are for you, my fellow norths, but especially for fschmom's boy, in case he is still interested.

Street view out front window--blurry patches are "kitty prints."The promenade to the front steps. I don't know what the N stands for, but it seems to be stuck to the window

The snowbanks on either side of the little walk that goes out to the street are nearly up to my hips. Nope, I'm not that tall, so let's say 28-30 inches or 70 cm. See the snow at the end of that little walk? It's probably about half that high. It's a foreshortened picture. This is what happens when the plows come through and make another pass. You can't wait for the plowing to stop because then it gets really high, thick, and it'll be all chunky and packed from the plowing and very hard to move. A foot is really not too bad. I have to clomb over that to get to my ride. Clomb is not a typo. It's kind of charming to watch somebody, especially if that somebody is wearing nice clothes, negotiate a bank that is a mixture of great lumps of ice and giant fragile lumps of snow that appear identical, all held together by quicksand. Clomb is the right word. If I shovel it down to the pavement, somebody always parks directly in front of it. Yeah-no, I don't do my own shoveling. Silly.

Here's the area between the houses out my back door looking toward the street. My back door is the one I use mostly. You can see how the snow is already turning to ice. There's nothing you can do about it because as more melts from the sides of it and from the roof, the meltwater collects there and refreezes. The same thing happens on the path through the back yard to the garage, but not as badly. To get a decent picture of that path, I'd have had to actually step outside the door. You can surmise why that is unpictured.

If I weren't such a lazy A, I'd get on over to the beach to see what the wind and below zero temperatures have done with Lake Michigan and snap some pics for you. It's a sad thing when the local news outlets are too busy covering I don't know the heck what, to run a few pictures of the sun glinting off wild ice sculptures. I didn't find anything good online, or I'd link you.

A few inches of snow is predicted for tomorrow. I am scheduled to fly out to Bakersfield, California tomorrow at 5 p.m. We'll see.