Fizzle
Not really. Maybe an inch. And it was raining hard this morning, washing it all away.
So I didn’t pay it much mind, went dashing out to feed the chickens first thing, put one foot onto the wet snow and went ass over teakettle. I slid across the wet grass and got soaked, but my head came to rest with the gentlest kiss of the cement walkway, so I’m counting it a win. I MAHT HAVE DAHD.
After I changed clothes, Uncle B gave me a ride into work. The end.
Have a good weekend, everyone. Stay warm. Be dry. Somebody at work saw a baby lamb yesterday (poor little thing, in this weather) so hold on just a bit longer.
Image courtesy one of the nice old ladies on my FaceBook feed. It’s like having Grandma back!
Posted: February 1st, 2019 under personal, weather.
Comments: 7
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Comment from Armybrat
Time: February 2, 2019, 1:42 am
I slid on some wet leaves walking up a steep drive in NH last Oct. Broke my thumb. Hurt like a bastard when I did it, still does. The hand surgeon says it could take a year to heal. The most embarrassing part of the story is I was stone cold sober. I could take the indignity of sprawling in the mud if I had a good story of drunken debauchery to go with it.
Comment from Pupster
Time: February 2, 2019, 1:55 am
You should embellish it a little, brat. The last time I torqued my back out of whack when I was twisting around to put on deodorant. I called in a sick day and told my boss I hurt myself carrying 3 children out of a burning building.
Comment from BJM
Time: February 2, 2019, 9:34 pm
It must be goin’ around, I took a flop off a slippery wood step into our pea gravel garden….it was kind of a soft landing but still tweaked everything that hit the ground. So much for Zen.
Welp, Punxsutawney Phil didn’t see his shadow this morning..so early spring.
We in the NorCal are in the midst of a series of gully washers with lashings of Sturm und Drang.
The long-suffering folks in wildfire burn zones just can’t get a break.
Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: February 3, 2019, 11:54 am
Pupster – is that Weasel in winter camo?
Comment from Wolfus Aurelius
Time: February 4, 2019, 4:16 pm
Snow. Hah. We’re going to be sweating by Thursday. (And I’m not gloating, I’m complaining.) Every year the end of “winter,” the point after which you can no longer expect highs below 80 F. and lows below 70, gets earlier. Used to be March 1; now it could be next week.
Comment from Steve Skubinna
Time: February 4, 2019, 5:00 pm
Yesterday and last night we had the first snow for this winter in Western WA. While the middle part of the country has been getting hammered, we’ve had a very mild season. So I’m happy to see a little snow, which will probably be gone day after tomorrow.
My two dogs are giddy. They think snow is the most amazing thing I ever do for them.
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