Meg knows there is no such word, (she can make up words, too Sarah) but it best describes the feeling she had early this morning when she saw the weather map with a bright purple splotch over her county in Massachusetts. The numbers said 14-20, as in inches of snow. Can you all picture Meg in her cozy bed, wailing at the TV?
Meg thinks she’s had a mostly sunny disposition this winter, but now the whole attitude is taking a turn. Mr. Meg spent 5 hours clearing ice dams from the roof this weekend, as Meg had noticed water dripping inside the house. That’s right, inside. Luckily, I caught that little drip, but sadly, it soaked into the carpet making a nice yellow stain on the downstairs ceiling several days later. So now Meg will have to fix a window casement from dripping, move all the furniture around to paint and fix the ceiling, and spend several days clearing snow. That’s where the whole sunny thing comes to a screeching halt. Because it’s isn’t one storm people, it’s now war.
You see kids, each time it snows, you have to keep up with the accumulation, so you have to run in and out and at the very least, shovel the front walkway for access. Then your plow guy comes after the storm and ponders where to put all the snow, because even he is running out of room. And then several days after the storm, you are still trying rescue your hot tub and deck, make a path for your little dog to run on and do his thing, and you are also trying to create a personal space boundary between your home and the snow, because the snow now has bad breath and it STINKS.
Here’s Meg’s backyard:
Every time I see that sundial which is perched on it’s rather tall pedestal, Meg is all like, yes, I know what time it is, time for a vacation.
Let’s end with a cute snow anecdote everyone!
The town north of Meg and Leo is having enormous problems keeping the streets in their historic districts clear. People can barely park, and snow rage is starting to set in. That town would be Salem, and we all know that witches live there. Quite frankly, they should be using all their powers of good and evil (whatever works best for them) to cast spells and melt that snow. Can’t they do that? Have they run out of eye of newt and toe of frog?
Dear Witches, please contact me if I can assist in any mojo to make this go away. I’ll have my broom warmed up if you need me.