Friday frolics, off and on

1) The snow came. Maybe eight to nine inches. As I write this (8:34 a.m.) the snow is still coming down, but it is supposed to be over by noon. But then another "event" will be coming through later in the weekend. Sunday? Low of minus 12. Monday? High of 2 above. Been there! Done that!

2) Tom was out early to shovel and snowblow and otherwise clear the drive so he could put out the garbage and then get over to the railroad to help receive some gazillion-pound package that was due. About the time he got the garbage and recycle box out to the end of the drive, it was clear that the road was not yet fully plowed. Peggy called to let us know that she had checked with the garbage pickup, and there will be no pick up today because of the snow. So he brought it back and will put it out again tomorrow. He brought it back because there will be more snow blowing to do later, and the garbage can and recycle stuff will just be in the way.

Then while he was thinking about getting ready to head to the railroad, over the river and through the snow on unplowed roads, Dave called to say that there is a foot of snow on the roads at the R&GN that have not been cleared, and he doesn't know when (or if) the delivery will happen at all. Meanwhile Dave and Jim are trying to clear a path and the platform, but Tom can stay home until called for.

The best laid plans and all that.

3) Our friend Karl in Katy passed a math test he had been worried about, and this puts him on track to graduate in the spring and move on to the next stage of his education. Congratulations, Karl! He should be getting his EMT certification soon, too, I think. He has wisely chosen to learn a practical and marketable skill while doing his regular college work.

4) A bit cabin feverish. Like the cats. Prowl. Sit down. Stare off into space. Get up. Prowl. Lie down. Close eyes. Get bored. Get up. Prowl. Cassidy has curled up in my corner of the sofa, as is her wont. Sundance has similarly curled up on my bed up against my pillows and on the side with my reading lamp. Typical cats!

The weatherlady at noon said that we have had almost 30 inches of snow so far this season, putting us about 10% ahead of last year.

The snow did stop, though, and the town eventually did come by and plow the road, pushing a big pile across our driveway and blocking it. Tom cleared that away and announced cheerfully that we were free.

"For what?" I asked.

"You're free/ to do what you want,/ any old time," he sang.

Humpph!

If I choose to feel snowbound, I will feel snowbound, thank you very much, and no amount of cleared roads will change that.

Pretending to be a grownup is such a strain! I see why the cats don't even bother.