Briggs and I

On Monday I washed our windows inside and out. Not so astonishing except I did it in a T-shirt - inside and out. There is no plastic film attached to the window casings. And again last night we slept with the window open. It is the middle of November.

Fall's weather has been more than kind but leaves me wondering when the other shoe will drop. Or, rather, hoping. See, there is a brand new shiny red, electric start, 30 inch, two stage snow thrower with an 250 cc Briggs and Stratton engine sitting in our garage. I'm ready for snow! I can hardly wait to take it out and send tall arcs of snow billowing into the air and off our driveway! No more towering snow plow ridges to melt into dirty gray heaps. No more waiting for someone to come plow us out! No more running out several time during a  blizzard to move snow with scoop and shovel. No. We have 8 powerful horses of independence sitting next to the workbench pawing at the ground for snow. Free at last! Free at last! Or almost...

Today, it's 21 degrees Fahrenheit or -7 Celsius, which actually sounds like winter.  On "Color Weather Radar" some big blue weather system looks like it is sliding below us precipitating on someone else somewhere else. Someone, no doubt, with a lesser snow removal system than us. The forecast for the rest of the week is sunny and mild. Temps in the 40 - 50 range for the daytime. There is a chance of rain or SNOW for Tuesday, but with a high of 38 we can expect rain. I can't move rain with "Briggs."

I am, have become, because of Briggs, the scorn of my friends. I can't even say the "S" word in their presence. They don't want to hear it, they  don't want to know about it, they don't want to think about it. They are fine without snow. (Let's hear them say that at Christmastime) The "friends" are apparently happy with brown grass and being able to walk everywhere without slipping. They are fine without their winter boots and bulky parkas, scarves, hats and mittens. "If you don't like snow there is always Florida."  I mock. I would think they hate winter except...I heard them talk about going snowshoeing and skiing. "And just how are you gonna do that if it never snows?" I ask. "Briggs and I are waiting...let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!"

Peace and White Fluffy Stuff,
Karen