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magidIt's snowing again, flurries rather than a blizzard, flakes coming down steadily. It falls and looks puffy, rather like pillow filling (The word "eiderdown" really wants to be used here, so I'll humor it.), frosting over the brown slop and muck left on the roads from the weekend's storm. I'm not sure where all the snow will be put, with what we already have.
T'ing into work, crossing the river, I looked out and there was nothing but white, the city enveloped in cloud, completely invisible. The city could have vanished, and there would be no way to tell. I look down the corridor at work, and again, it's all white, fog compounding the snow. It allows for possibilities... And it makes me think of Winter's Tale, even more than the snow paths that were almost tunnels did.
Last night, I shoveled out my car. The space behind it had been shoveled out, so I had only a foot to get to the trunk of the car. I put my backpack and coat in the boot, putting on a fleece instead, and got to the main part of the job. It took an hour and a half, but I got three sides shoveled out, down to pavement (one foot radius from my car front and back, and three feet on the road side, compounded by hardened snow from driving, plus the drifts over the top of the car). The house next to my car hadn't shoveled their sidewalk, so I figured it was fair game to put snow there. When that filled up, I started carrying shovelfuls across the street (no cars parked on that side), in between the cars driving by. It was interesting how many people talked with me as they walked or drove by. One guy said he'd taken a picture of the drift my car had been, and said he was impressed with how much I'd done. I let the car run for a bit as I finished clearing it off (grateful I no longer have the car with automatic seatbelts; even with the stick shift, it was much easier to clamber over from the passenger side of the car), then moved it just enough to know that it was clear on the sidewalk side, the one I hadn't done. Then I put the cheese I'd left on the front seat last Friday into my pack, retrieved my coat, and brought the shovel back to the friends I'd borrowed it from (since I'd parked the car closer to their house before the con). I am Cheese and Car Liberator, hear me roar!
Of course, we're getting another 4-8 inches today, so I'll have to shovel out the car again. At least there won't be quite as much snow this time.
T'ing into work, crossing the river, I looked out and there was nothing but white, the city enveloped in cloud, completely invisible. The city could have vanished, and there would be no way to tell. I look down the corridor at work, and again, it's all white, fog compounding the snow. It allows for possibilities... And it makes me think of Winter's Tale, even more than the snow paths that were almost tunnels did.
Last night, I shoveled out my car. The space behind it had been shoveled out, so I had only a foot to get to the trunk of the car. I put my backpack and coat in the boot, putting on a fleece instead, and got to the main part of the job. It took an hour and a half, but I got three sides shoveled out, down to pavement (one foot radius from my car front and back, and three feet on the road side, compounded by hardened snow from driving, plus the drifts over the top of the car). The house next to my car hadn't shoveled their sidewalk, so I figured it was fair game to put snow there. When that filled up, I started carrying shovelfuls across the street (no cars parked on that side), in between the cars driving by. It was interesting how many people talked with me as they walked or drove by. One guy said he'd taken a picture of the drift my car had been, and said he was impressed with how much I'd done. I let the car run for a bit as I finished clearing it off (grateful I no longer have the car with automatic seatbelts; even with the stick shift, it was much easier to clamber over from the passenger side of the car), then moved it just enough to know that it was clear on the sidewalk side, the one I hadn't done. Then I put the cheese I'd left on the front seat last Friday into my pack, retrieved my coat, and brought the shovel back to the friends I'd borrowed it from (since I'd parked the car closer to their house before the con). I am Cheese and Car Liberator, hear me roar!
Of course, we're getting another 4-8 inches today, so I'll have to shovel out the car again. At least there won't be quite as much snow this time.