Ah, wintertime in Indiana. We awoke this morning to about a foot of snow. It began yesterday afternoon and we ventured out to take a few pictures. Our first stop was the bridge over the interstate. Susie snapped a couple of pictures from the truck. It was too damn cold to get outside.
After we snapped these, I debated the wisdom of going to the store and laying in a goodly supply of milk, bread and eggs. This is a favorite Hoosier activity when faced with a coming snowstorm. Susie, who knew we had plenty of supplies, vetoed that idea. Our next stop was the entrance to the Timbers complex, where we are now making our home.
Our truck made the rounds pretty easily considering this was the first time it had ever seen snow. We spent a quiet evening at home watching the uncut version of ‘Forgetting Sarah Marshall’. Having grown up with G-rated Doris Day movies, I guess it’s safe to say that we’re a still a bit shell shocked. The copy came from the Library so we weren’t expecting all that bare skin, not that’s there’s anything wrong with that.
This morning, I opened the door to get the newspaper and was greeted by all that snow. It was beautiful. I took one picture and then Susie let the dog out and the serenity of the scene was lost forever what with Susie digging through the snow trying to find the newspaper. There were also the dog tracks and the yellow spot in the snow left by Poco’s morning toilette. Me? Having been housebroken for several years, I stayed inside. The picture turned out to be dark and fuzzy so I deleted it and went to the back of the house and took the following picture.
Luckily, I got to this before the squirrels showed up looking for food. We now have little squirrel holes in the snow. I also got this good picture of Susie looking for the the newspaper but under threat of pain and suffering, I won’t be publishing it.
I finished up the morning calling folks and casually mentioning that I was going outside to shovel snow. The reactions ranged from “Are you crazy” to “Like hell you are.” to “let your wife do it.” These reactions all came from people who know me well and should have remembered that I never shoveled snow even when I was young and virile. My last picture was taken from an upstairs bedroom window.
It’s beautiful today but we’re looking for forty degrees on Sunday so by then, it will turn into that blackish, nasty slush that makes for blocks long lines at Mike’s Car Wash.