Let it Snow! But only a little...
One thing I love about our little piece of California is how the snow never falls too deep. When we lived in Oregon the amounts of snow that fell from the sky were not only astounding, but quite overwhelming. All winter long it was a struggle to keep up to keep clear all the white fluff that engulfed our property. The first year we couldn't get enough of the stuff. You know that "honeymoon" phase. Everything is so exciting and new! After the first season the tone changed from grins and sporadic snow ball battles to "NO! Not again... I just shoveled that all yesterday!".
I remember one day, in particular, were it was just horrible. I was working a breakfast joint in town that required me to be at work by six am. I was also working a little night job that brought me home at all hours of the night, which made me not so eager to rise come morning. Being a pathological snoozer I typically knew I had over stayed my welcome under my covers by the time the sun started to show through the valley in front of our house. Knowing all of this, I found myself quite surprised to wake up (on my own accord) feeling a little too refreshed. Where was that feet dragging delirium I was so used to by this point? This sent me into shock mode.
I began buzzing around in search off... hell, I don't know! A clock? My shoes? My head! Why is it that when you over sleep you immediately have this uncontrollable urge to sprint a marathon in no defined direction? After finally locating a clock (I guess the one next to my head wouldn't due? haha) my fears were confirmed... late. Once you have confirmed the worst things always seem to somehow get worse. Toes are stubbed on nightstands... pantyhose are torn in haste... face always seems to find floor as every article of clothing you own becomes a leg restraint preventing you from operating them individually.
Long story short here is what went down. That night we have received the white fluff in such epic proportions that when the build up broke free from our roof it came sliding down to the ground to the east. The heap was so extreme that is had blocked every window, door, and peep hole from allowing even a shimmer of sunlight to stream in. So even though my house was pitch black it was really eight am. Let's just say that getting out of the house was just as unpleasant as the code red that had occurred earlier.
I am so grateful that we only get a pretty little dusting here on The Thousand Acre Woods.
Love & Lollies...
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