It’s like the world was covered in whipped cream while I slept.
I measured the snow out the patio door with my trusty old ruler. Six-and-a-half inches. It’s still snowing, though just lightly at the moment. I’d entertained fantasies of perhaps running a few errands today. Um … I think not. Well, unless I can figure out how to put sled runners on the yard cart and teach the dog to mush.
Seriously, though. This is the most snow I’ve seen in more than 11 years living in this town, at this elevation. It’s more snow than I’ve seen in the more than 15 years since I came back to the Placerville area from my German adventures. The first winter we lived in this house we had a lot of snow, a whole lot more than we’d expected. That was a cold, cold winter for the Wren family, but we’ve never had that much since, until now. In fact, there’s more snow right now than during The Freezing Winter of ’97, which went down in family history.
Fortunately, we’re much better equipped to deal with snow now.
Oh, hey (looks around guiltily) … Do you suppose all my complaining about the unseasonably warm, mild weather we were having angered the weather gods? The snow god in particular? I just had to go off, didn’t I, badmouthing sunshine. Got my comeuppance, I did. Holy Schnee, Batman!
Heheh (a little weakly) … According to the National Weather Service, a fine group of meteorologists whom I will never denigrate again, I promise, there’s another hugemonsterholyf**kingsh*t storm coming in tonight. This is the one they’re warning, and I quote: “May spread heavy snow and strong winds over the region tonight into Monday …” and urges us seriously and without the slightest hysterical note to “Continue to monitor NWS forecasts on this potentially dangerous storm.”
I think tonight would be a good one for potato soup and brown soda bread. What do you think?