Barb’s Burblings

Now, normally I have no problems with snow. I’m OK driving in it; after all, I got my driver’s license in Montana. In December. Shoveling isn’t a big deal, I think snow is pretty, and there’s something special about wandering around in the quiet that accompanies a snowstorm. But I’m not too pleased with this snowstorm. It conveniently waited until 9:30 on a Friday to start, meaning that it wouldn’t interfere with work. And it totally screwed over my plans for today. My day was full and it was going to be awesome. But no, now I’m stuck at home, doing work. (Which, OK, I really should’ve been doing instead of gallavanting around. And I really should’ve been doing for the past few weeks instead of doing the panto. But whatevs.)

My car tires? Mostly buried. From around 1 this afternoon:

I finally accepted that I wouldn’t be going anywhere and settled in. I thought I’d take a glance outside, so went downstairs and opened the door:

Yeah. The snow was higher than the bottom of the door. I’ve since shoveled a little path to the door, easing my concerns of getting snowed into the building.

And the fun part is, there aren’t any signs of it slowing up! Whee!