My husband is a wannabe meteorologist. If I want to know what the weather has in store for me, I just need to ask. Yesterday I asked if it was going to snow on Sunday. I did not need to hear his reply. “It is going to snow Saturday, Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday. " Can too much snow ever be too much snow?

I did get to play in the snow again. I needed to make a parking space at my Doctor’s office. I barreled thru the poorly plowed side of the street and had some fun with it. I got to do this 2 days in a row. Sometimes, even though I hate it, snow can be fun. Even for the adult me. After that Blizzard of 2015 and the nice job done on the roads, the plow people have been lacking in their effort to remove snow. Walmart really needs to work a bit harder. Their parking lot is half the size it was a month ago.

Today was tough. It hasn’t started snowing yet, but it will. Today I shoveled though 7 feet of densely packed heavy snow. For those of you who have never had to do this, can I be your neighbor? At one point, I shoveled so vigorously that my pants fell down. I took numerous breaks to breathe and used that 7 feet of snow to rest against. PlowBoy did a nice job taking care of my driveway. The only problem I encountered was that all the snow from the driveway was pushed toward my house. OilDude is coming soon. His access to my house was blocked. Some people never think to shovel for OilDude or propane guy, but I do. My effort is worth it because I know in my heart that OilDude will be grateful for the path I have dug.

So, I continue to vent. Venting helps. I can get my thoughts and feelings out and maybe see things in a different way. Snow is bad. More snow is worse. If I take some time and really think about it, I can find the brighter side of snow.

So, Bring it on snow gods. I am ready.