Hello. Snow. Blowing snow. Sucking snow. The forecast for today, "blowing and sucking snow"!

When I was younger, I loved snow days. As a little kid it meant no school and hours of new adventures. The bigger the drifts the better the forts. Then as I got older I owned a four-wheel-drive truck and my buddies and I lived for these days. Even until I was in my thirties snow was my friend. Now, there is very little I like about it. The local weather guy said last night during the six o'clock news that we have 43 inches of snow this winter! That is way more snow than we usually get all year. The other night driving home I imagined having never seen snow before. Instantly, for a brief moment, snow was cool. Then scooping my driveway popped into memory...auugghhh!

Last night as I scooped a path to my back door through 4' tall drifts, I noticed my half-buried Adirondack chairs sitting on the patio, staring longingly across my back yard. I think I heard one say to the other, "Heywood, is that you under all this white shit?" Seeing them sitting there, tall and firm, poking out of the drift made me realize it will be hotter than hell before we know it. Ah Midwest weather, if you don't like it wait a while it will change.

Yesterday, I saw a funeral procession battling the blowing snow and bitter cold, heading toward the final resting place for someone. A friend of mine is saying goodbye to an uncle today. Too bad we can't postpone death, like schools and businesses do. "John Deadman's death has been cancelled due to weather." Death must own a four-wheel-drive truck.