It snowed last night and as I looked out the window this morning, I was gleefully excited that it wasn’t enough that we had to shovel. I do love the way the snow makes the ground and objects appear clean, crisp and new, I love to take photos of this wonderful act of nature and all its beauty splendor. Snow makes the world quiet, calm and still, until…you have to work or travel in it! The act and sheer work of cleaning off my car becomes just that, work. Shoveling the sidewalk only to have the snow plows drive by and push back all the snow you just shoveled, becomes a tug of war, ultimately I always win, however at my back’s expense. Driving in it doesn't scare me, I personally can handle it, it is the other drivers who can't. Drivers behind the wheel as if they were in a metor shower, and the the ground is on fire. It isn't that difficult, take easy, pay attention, give your self extra time and space, but don't freak out about it and drive so slow that the car is about to stall or put your flashers on, while on the parkway in the right hand lane as if your tires were flat. If you don't feel comfortable about driving, stay home, but don't make it dangerous for others to manuver around you! Oh yes, but it looks so pretty on the tree tops, did I mention that?
I never enjoyed the snow much as a kid, except for the snow days from school and getting the day off. A bad experience with a sled led me to quickly end my career in the winter Olympics. As I hit the tree, due to lack experience with the steering mechanism, the tears flowing, I looked to my father to carry my sled back up the hill and to the trunk of the car. Ahhh snowball fights were fun, but only when I got to do the throwing and not the receiving. I hated it when you would get hit in the head, the snow crystals falling into you shirt, melting and running down your neck, yuck!! Worst than that was getting hit in the face, I wore glasses and when I would get hit, it would go into the lenses and make a ice wall between my eye and the lens, quite visible to the enemy. I hated when your gloves and mittens got wet and then your fingers would begin to freeze into fingerpops, if you didn’t have dry ones you were a goner for sure. Icicles are pretty, seeing the sun glistening, and a drop of water dripping from the tip is quite fun, but… I hate falling or slipping on ice, scraping ice, not a fan of ice skating (except I have always wanted to skate in Rockfeller Center and in Central Park). Sprinkling rock salt in hopes of ending the nightmarish frozen trap is somewhat like sprinkling salt on a slug, you hear the salt cracking and holes begin to melt through…just as the slug, attempts to squirm and shed the nasty chemical before he succumbs to its fate.
to be continued...
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