I love snow. I can't really even begin to tell you how much. There's something really magical about it. That's why I felt a bit betrayed this year. I've always treated snow nicely - I shoveled it lovingly, made it into forts and snowmen, played in it, everything that snow loves to do. So it came to me as a bit of a shock this year when the snow tried to kill me by taking out my power for 16 hours. It was a dirty trick (figuratively and literally - 16 hours without hot water meant no shower for me) for the snow to play on me and I shall not forget it any time soon. Looking back this is the second time it's tried - last year it dumped 6 feet on me and caused me to have to break into my own house during the hight of the blizzard because it stole both my keys and cell phone. I'm starting to think that snow isn't as friendly as I once thought it was.
May 25, 2017