Thought that I’d give Frank a break yesterday by taking Daisy for a neighborhood walk. Four to five inches of unplowed snow clogged the street, and a combination of sleet and snow was blowing into our faces. Daisy raced around our half mile loop. No point in slowing down or stopping when there’s nothing to sniff! Every now and then, she would turn and look at me as though to say, “Whose idea was this?!”
Happy about the fact that the washer repairman is finally coming today. He did arrive between storms last Thursday to inform us that we needed a new pump and that it couldn’t be installed until today. I’m very aware that a broken washer is a minor inconvenience, especially for two retired people. It wasn’t a furnace after all. But the fact that this has been going on for a week and a half is indicative of how this weather is impacting lives. Not a big deal for us, but people with work and child care issues must be wondering when or if daylight will ever break through these clouds.
Heard on the news that we’re in line for more snow Thursday and then again on Sunday. Add bitter temperatures and ice, and things look pretty grim. Looking at the picture of the tree in front of our house, I realized that it appeared to be a black and white shot. Not much color in our world at the moment. Guess our only recourse is to create our own color with a positive attitude. This can’t last forever. Spring will be all the more precious. And all this snow means that we won’t be under a water ban this summer. How’s that for a start?