December 6, 2002 03:05 PM


You know, I think I've finally reached an age at which snow no longer holds unlimited fascination. Night before last, it snowed what could be construed [around here] as barrelsfull. I was not enthralled.

And. Like a little old lady, I nearly sprained my ankle while trying to unbury my car. It turns out that my car is too timid to make it over the gnome hill of snow behind it, so I could have skipped the ankle twisting and left the car there as a temporary Norse burial mound, minus corpse.

I look at snow and think of corpses, not snowpeople. This must mean old.

At the office today, large chunks of ice (there's about a quarter inch of ice over all this snow, doubly unusual for central Virginia) were leaping from porticos and walkways.

Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip DEATH FROM ABOVE. Repeat. That's roughly how it went. It started to take on a certain Super Mario Brothers quality. Made me want to put on some overalls and boots and try dodging the drips and chunks.

And then I realized. I may not be enthusiastic about snow. But I sure am thrilled about it melting.

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