What’s hilarious about this is that I moved away from the
polar north (i.e. Wyoming) to get away from cold winters. They seemed to have
followed me. For a while I was pretending that it wasn’t that cold for the
purposes of justifying my exodus. Now that reality caught up with me I’m just
going to wallow.
The pictures are from my tree just outside my window from
the last storm. As you might see from the second picture it had a lot of ice.
So much ice that the tree is no more. It split in half and now instead of
having a few of a flowering cherry tree in the spring and summer I get an
uninterrupted view of the parking lot. Yippee! At least I got awesome pictures
before it died.
On top of that the city has so many streets that plows just
can’t make it. Mammoth Hot Springs, where I grew up, has ninja plowpeople who
get the snow off the streets sometimes before it’s even fallen. The six Philly
plows currently in operation are a little behind when it comes to blizzards.
Some of the back roads are clogged for days until someone can get to them.
Where it’s personally inconvenient is when I want to go out walking I’m having
to wade through ankle deep snow with cars that are sliding in every direction.
I always wanted to risk my life for exercise!
Well at least it looks pretty :) Everything looks dead and grey and muddy here.
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