When you’re
living in snow country in January and you don’t have a job which forces you to
leave the house, and you’re starting to feel the onset of a bad case of cabin
fever; you have several choices.
- You can crawl under a blanket and
hope winter goes away.
- You can bang your head against a
window. It doesn’t help.
- You can make yourself spend a long
boring hour sweating on your treadmill.
- You can go for a walk even though
the weather forecasters say the weather outside is frightful.
I chose the last
one. It was dark outside, but this time
of year it’s almost always dark outside.
Snow had fallen during the night and the temperature was well below
freezing. I decided to stay on Main
Street
I hoped the sidewalks would have been cleared.
But no such luck.
The city street
crew was busy loading snow into trucks.
Most people who
live here have snow tires and a good battery on their car.
Getting to work in
this kind of weather is just part of the job.
Kids’ hope turns
to despair when there is no
announcement from their district of school closure.
I’m the first
one to make tracks down the path in the park.
Good thing I’m wearing my clompy boots with snow cleats.
There are
already plenty of people out clearing their walks of all that white stuff.
This guy had two
shovels and was getting the job done twice as fast.
Some home owners
hire a neighbor with a backhoe to clear their drive.
Some, like us,
have a snow thrower to do the job.
The bicycle shop
still has bikes for sale,
but this time of year the snow board equipment
is
front and center in their window.
Ah---the
bakery. How cruel to send scents of
cinnamon
and fresh bread out into the street before they open their doors.
Must—make it home. Breakfast is calling!
