Icicles hang in front of my kitchen window. Our entire yard is covered with a blanket of
snow. Late falling leaves are scattered
across the white landscape. More leaves
lie beneath the snow waiting to be raked.
Nobody was prepared for this storm, especially our highway
district. What was predicted to be a few
inches turned out to be 7 ½ inches, a November record for us. The thermometer has not been above freezing
in over a week. Our nightly lows have
been in the single digits. I know that
many places in this country get much harsher weather. But this is Boise, the “banana belt” of
Idaho. This is unusual for us. Our highway district didn’t get their plows
out on the main roads soon enough and they quickly became rutted and icy. The unplowed side roads are like skating
rinks. I drive down the road to our
house with my feet off both gas and brakes using just the steering wheel to try
to keep my sliding van on the road. I
hope that nobody is coming in the opposite direction.
We now have an inversion.
Cold, dirty air is trapped in the valley while nearby mountains enjoy
warmer temperatures and sunshine. I venture
out for appointments and scheduled meetings or events. Otherwise I stay home. I feel a bit trapped. I look outside and see my little Honda buried
in snow. The landscape is gray and white,
totally colorless. I am catching up on
computer and paperwork but I am restless.
The dog is bored. I would like to
say that I am tired of winter but unfortunately it’s not even here yet. Winter isn't supposed to begin for a month! Spring is a very, very long time away.
11/20/2014
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