So I woke up around 3 AM and looked outside. It was snowing hard, and blowing. That happens here.
This morning at 6, my old dog needed to go out fast. I opened the door and there were 2 snowdrifts blocking the way, and sheets of ice cold rain falling. I grabbed a shovel and started to cut a path. The rain was coming sideways and the deck behind the house felt like I was out with my Newfoundland ancestors running for port in a gale. You know those old movies where they are throwing buckets of water at the sailors?
The dog, who loves a leisurely morning stroll, ran out and skedaddled back in as quick as her almost 15 year old legs could carry her.
At the moment, I feel like an ant who has built a nest between the rails with a very long train rolling overhead. The rain is driving into the windows, the wind is howling and the snow is dense and heavy. The trees have become a drenched orchestra,
It must be a nightmare for homeless people stuck out in this.
I'm trying to see positives. Since I have glasses, the moment I step outside I can't even see negatives. All I can come up with is maybe the Corys will breed, thinking it's a monsoon starting.
And the weather front that has brought warm, 7c air into a snowstorm will vanish, and all of this will flash freeze tonight. I think I'll be staying in.