Snow, snow, everywhere...and not a flake to give Mrs. Hillbilly Mom another snow day.
Greedy, isn't she? An insatiable slacker, lounging about her basement lair with a vat of Diet Coke, scoffing at the working world. Bwah ha ha!
The sides of the road are dotted with chunky towers of hardened sleet-snow. They look like so many non-concentric mini-Stonehenge rocks. At least they did this morning. Then the temperature hit 50 for about an hour this afternoon, and on the way home, The Pony declared them now to be Easter Island shrunken heads.
We were sorely disappointed last night around 6:00, when an automated phone call came in from Newmentia. The Pony's hope sprang eternal, but when he picked up, it was only a message that a certain holler of Hillmomba would be running buses on the snow route. We got the same call tonight. Indeed, where the roads were not plowed, the coating is now like slippery cement. Nothing's crackin' that frozen pavement.
Tonight I am worried about the rain. The low-water bridge already shows evidence of rising water, what with the melt-off over the last two days. We'll see if a detour is in order Tuesday morning.
Winter just got here. Spring needs to take a back seat. And hold its water. And shut the not-heaven up.