I really wanted to write tonight, but I really wanted to read too. What did I do? I sat with my husband, ate left over Shepherd’s Pie, watched bad news, and finished with a brownie and ice cream.
He went to email an old friend a picture of Jordan, our cat. I decided to pack it in and get comfy in bed.
So here I sit.
It has been a rough couple of weeks. Physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausting. We went from a snow less winter to being buried up to our whatsis.
That is not a whatsis. That was the first storm where they say we got 3 inches. The following pictures best cover whats a whatsis.
There were shrubs under there There is a post and rail fence over to the left. Can’t see it?
The almost empty gas can Can you guess what kind of vehicle?
They claim Worcester, the nearest city, received 90.1 inches so far this winter. I think 89 of that has fallen within the last three weeks. It is unprecedented. We sturdy, hardy, New Englanders are begging Mother Nature for mercy, but none is to come.
One weather forecaster called for maybe 1-3 more inches falling Thursday night into Friday. Hmmm Just like the 3 inches that we got in that first photo? We take his words with a grain of salt. We believe nothing until we see it for ourselves. We are snow weary and dog tired from shoveling out.
We are doing the countdown to spring knowing, in the past, we have been walloped well into April. We are holding out hope that the snow mountains in our yards will be gone in time to open our pools. We are dreaming of a move somewhere, ANYWHERE, that the weather forecast does not contain the “s” word.
And, we are preparing for the next big storm. Because we are New Englanders and we will survive if it kills us.