How much we’ll never know.
So the temperature dropped from 49 to 9 overnight, the rain turned to snow, and the skiers rejoiced. The hundreds of northbound SUVs placed their bets and lucked out. We got around a foot of the fluffy stuff here, beautifying the deep-rutted dirt road and reminding us that winter still has eight to twelve weeks for surprises. Our plow man’s brand new $35,000 Ford truck died today, so he was late plowing us out, and it screwed up our moving plans, bringing ripples of ambiguity to every corner of the house. I cleaned my desk, and organized my iPod music. Simultaneously critical and meaningless.
January 15, 2006