Snow, Beautiful Snow sscreeeeeeeech  Let’s play that back.  Snow, beautiful snow? Beautiful my Corgi’s patootie! We have had weeks of major snow; dog burying, sidewalk hiding, car sliding, roof destroying, tree breaking, record breaking SNOW!

Maybe I am just in the wrong place. If I were skiing out west I would be ecstatic, drifting down the slope in a soft white cloud of powder. If I were still a child I would be making snow angels and snowmen. And if I was independently wealthy, I could stay inside and enjoy the view from my living room in front of my fireplace.

But I am not doing any of those things and I don’t know how much more of this white splendor we can afford. It has gone way beyond pretty and is now in the damage zone.

 Our gutters have 6 inches of ice above the rim, the downspouts are frozen solid, our shrubs are buried, our snow blower needs new rubber blades, and our backs are strained.  We are sick of shoveling off the deck, beating the snow off the 10 foot high arborvitae hedge, clearing the sidewalks, and unburying our mailbox. My new car accessory is a snow shovel and my favorite outfit includes long johns and a heavy parka.

Our dogs have mixed feelings, Maxi is still having fun plowing through head high drifts like a jack rabbit, while Meiyah has evidently decided that this is a snow emergency and it is OK to substitute the upper deck as her restroom facilities.

So be forewarned, if the snow keeps up, you may encounter a white Kia Rio streaking south on Route 77 towards Florida. Do not get in its way, the women driving is considered desperate and snow crazed.