So, it appears the weather-persons have been all too accurate in their prognostications for this storm.
WHY? Why now??
Tell me why, why, why do they have to get it right this time when they are wrong 90% of the time otherwise? It's my freakin' birthday, for goshsake, and this is not what I wanted.
*sigh* Okay, got that out of my whiny little system.
We have about two feet of the white stuff now, and it's not supposed to "taper off" until midnight tonight. In fact, the bands of the heaviest snow have yet to hit. Oh joy.
Here's the view from the garage to our mailbox. Squint. You'll see it there:
And here's the front yard. Under those trees is the "conversation pit" where we have drinks with the neighbors on fine summer evenings. It's like a ... a desecration of all that's warm and happy about neighborly interraction.
But you know, this whole thing got me thinking about timing. Timing really is everything. If a storm like this had hit when I was ten years old, I would have been in absolute heaven. I would have been making snow forts, and snowmen with snowballs & snowwomen with snowboobs, and tunneling through the drifts, and generally jumping and shouting with glee. It's kind of sad that I've lost that.
Then again, when I was ten I couldn't sit inside by the fire and enjoy hot tea laced with American Honey. There are compensations to getting older. ;)