Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Morning Would...Be Winter

Through the kitchen window
Yesterday's rain turned into blowing snow before I hit the hay last night, and shows no sign of letting up. It'll be a cosy indoor day for some of us. I'll be working here at the computer, and Everett will make bagels. Scott's gone off to do something he shouldn't instead of something he should (heh! that's my opinion) and Emil, who called last night and said he'd walked to his job in the rain yesterday because the handi-van is broken down, will have walked the block this morning through the snow without winter boots on and is probably sitting at his work station with wet shoes right this moment.

This will melt, I'm sure. Although I do remember Halloweens in my teen years when the ditches were full of snow that wasn't going anywhere. I remember because I slogged through snow up to my thighs to escape an irate homeowner whose house we'd just toilet-papered. He thought we'd done worse, but hadn't stopped to find out before starting his chase. He didn't catch us, either. (For those from Margo: It was Elmer who ran hollering after Kim and I, not knowing who he was after: "You rotten little bastards!"); we'd also taped photos of naked women, torn from magazines, onto his and Grandpa's windows. Oh we were evil tricksters. No soap for we two!)