This isn’t the same picture I posted last time, of my vanished car (I’m starting to think having a white car in Connecticut is not such a good idea). You can tell it’s not the same picture because THERE’S MORE SNOW THIS TIME. This was 7:00 this morning.
I hate this. I really do.
It seems like ages ago that I took this, as the first flakes of the first storm fluttered down:
Oh, look – grass (she said longingly). The car there is my sister’s. And – for those who still think snow is magical, they’re right:
– -It made my sister’s car disappear. You can’t see it from here any more. You can, barely, see the top of my brother-in-law’s Blazer, but not the car. For those further south than we are, imagine trying to drive, and trying to turn a corner, and having that snow plus everything dredged up off the roads piled on the corners. It was just starting to get to the point where it had worn down a little, and it wasn’t so much a matter of taking one’s life in one’s hands any more … Oh well. Wish me, and all of us, luck.