A Slight Dusting

So here I sit. It's February 1. It's snowing. It's snowing hard.

Cozied up with my favorite bottle of Petite Syrah, I glanced outside. It's blustery. And man is it snowing. I can't see my neighbors' houses across the street. The flagpole looks as if it's a rubber band flapping in the wind. My flag (what's left of it) is flying completely horizontal. It's amazing.

This is what hell freezing over looks like.

I can't help but think of some of the trite comments we often make about the weather, with hope that somehow it will appease us, or at least make us feel like what we're experiencing is not so bad.

The best yet:

1. It's a bit brisk out there.
2. I don't think the hard stuff's going to come down for quite a while.
3. But it's a dry snow.
4. It's just a slight dusting.
5. It'll be gone by tomorrow.
6. It's going to melt overnight.
7. I've seen worse.
8. We need the precipitation.
9. It's not the cold, it's the wind chill.
10. I thought it was supposed to be 70 and sunny.


Anyhow, nothing gets us talking like talking about the weather. As if we can do anything about it.

I'm just hoping I still have the roof on my house by tomorrow. Oh the weather outside is frightful alright. Yes. Hell frozen over.