I opened my eyes today and had a sneaking suspicion the world had changed.
“I’m not ready,” R-boy kept saying. “I’m not ready.”
After breaking my back lifting four unbelievably heavy shovel-loads (just enough to make it to the car); scraping six even-heavier inches off the windshield with a plastic hanger (where is that dang snow scraper??), and dodging at least nine spin-outs…
…I’m not sure I am either.
I wish I could have enjoyed this pure, clean, white-coated world with its beautifully gilded tree branches a bit more. The main thing that plays on my mind when snowstorms like this happen is, how the heck am I going to get out of the snow?? It is always a worry, so I will take on any advice that can help me with freeing myself from snowy hell.
I’m just not always great with the transition. It takes me a minute. But I’ll get there.
I hope you are warm and cozy and dry somewhere. Goodnight, friends!
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