return of snow day
My honeymoon with Snow ended abruptly when my mother in law Ice came to town.
The scene: 8:20 AM, Valentines Day, trudging through 4 inches on the ground x 3/4 of a mile trod x the width of my body ≈ a cubic crapload of ice covering every damn thing I could see. Few, if any of the streets were plowed and the absence of my Maryland associates is unsurprising. It had snowed about an inch and a half during the evening before but immediately followed that with about 3 inches of sleet and freezing rain. This sat on the ground for about a day, got kicked around and plowed and generally unsettled, until the night brought the mercury way down and solidified everything into a nice sheet that I could hardly dent even when I jumped up and down on it. My front lawn is currently a skating rink, as you can see above and below.
The boots I scoffed at when I was 13 and went on my sole ski trip in were suddenly my sloshy savior. I think they were bought a little large for me on purpose and were unbelievably uncomfortable then, but so was everything when you're a boy from Miami who's been plopped on the side of a snowy mountain for 4 days. Today, they fit perfectly and I trod through the puddles of slorshy muck without fear. Well, until I realized that the danger of splashing dirt onto my dress pants was very real and I should tuck them in and cool it a little. I can also walk across the frozen sheets without fear of falling, which is downright amazing.
I refused to put the boots back on when I went to lunch once this week and spent the whole trip sloshing through dirty puddles and nearly busting my ass in dress shoes. The people working at my little indian place were obviously bored with the dearth of customers and sitting at a table together. They pointedly looked at my shoes as I clumsily glided through the door before giving me a small cup of soup that tasted like the deity Agni was tossing curry down my throat. Perfect for a sick guy on a winter day.
All things considered, I kind of like the cold. Getting home is an adventure. Tonight I wandered around the frozen soccer field near my house and kicked chunks of ice into the net.