It's snowing outside . . .
. . . but it sounds like rain. I don't think that's a good thing.
Went outside to shovel the path from the back door across the back yard and parking lot to the church, just in case some of the Scioto Methodist Mens' Basketball club showed up to use our church's gym (that they rent Saturday mornings, and Alan or I have to unlock for them). The closer I got to the church door, the more and more apparent it was just how unlikely it was that they were going to arrive. I left off at the knee-high drift in front of the church porch; there'll be mechanized plowers later this weekend who can tackle that.
Although, Murphy's Law holds that if I had made this assumption before I left the house, the men would have been thronging the parking lot, and I would have been unprepared.
Why is it that the most shovellable snow waits to falls for me until the month of March? No matter what latitude I'm at?
Went outside to shovel the path from the back door across the back yard and parking lot to the church, just in case some of the Scioto Methodist Mens' Basketball club showed up to use our church's gym (that they rent Saturday mornings, and Alan or I have to unlock for them). The closer I got to the church door, the more and more apparent it was just how unlikely it was that they were going to arrive. I left off at the knee-high drift in front of the church porch; there'll be mechanized plowers later this weekend who can tackle that.
Although, Murphy's Law holds that if I had made this assumption before I left the house, the men would have been thronging the parking lot, and I would have been unprepared.
Why is it that the most shovellable snow waits to falls for me until the month of March? No matter what latitude I'm at?