Snowstorm: A Photo Essay

Initially there was protest. He got up, wandered into the living room, then returned to bed. After he was suited up I invited him to join me. He stayed like this, shivering sadly, until I carried him down stairs....and out to the street....and nearly all the way to the corner.

This is what greeted us in the foyer. The wind had been, and continues to be, fierce so snow depth ranged from nil to several inches.

The sidewalks have been littered with the Christmas trees of extremely disciplined and productive people. Now those trees have become art.

The fancy sections of Clinton Avenue are, of course, absolutely picturesque. Before this photo we stopped to thank the maintenance staff of St. Joseph's college for their swift and thorough work, otherwise Ed might not have walked at all. (They have snowblowers and a tiny plow.)

It's cold and the going is rough, not for the faint of ankle or the scantily clad. My mantra on the walk was gratitude to Lisa for making it her mission to keep me warm. I was as warm as one could be. (I also used 2 freshly baked Scooter Snacks as hand warmers for a while.) I was guilty but grateful that my little dog prefers short walks in the cold. (OK, he'd prefer no walks but that's impractical.) Streets were slightly plowed, cars made their way slowly along, everyone seemed to be acting quite responsibly. It was a snow day miracle!

 

Willoughby Avenue was quiet and beautiful. Can you see the two tiny gentlemen walking down the middle of the street? They were out on a shoveling mission, probably looking to earn some extra dough. They seemed happy and made the day feel homey and comfortable.

It wasn't a blizzard but it was a proper snowstorm. The kids got a snow day and we're hunkered down inside riding out the truly sobering temperatures. (It's not like Canada, Minnesota, and the Dakotas but it's fucking cold for here.) Hope you're warm, safe, and having fun!