It hasn’t snowed since Wednesday. The weather has warmed up by maybe a degree, but enough to bring rain rather than more snow. And ice.
When I opened my blinds this morning I let out a sigh. My view is still about a foot or so of snow. At least I was able to get to work the past two days, despite sliding down the hill of our complex. But getting up the hill is challenging and pulling into our driveway is almost comical.
I feel like a lone duck right now. Waddling around looking for any sign of fresh turf not covered in snow.
Being cooped up in the house has tested my patience. It really has tested my patience. I’m ready for Spring, sun, warmth, flowers, allergies and asthma attacks. Well, maybe not the latter, but the sun and warmth for sure.
I went to Costco last night after work and finding a parking spot that didn’t have snow or ice was almost unbearable. So were the people. Others were lolly gagging around looking at merchandise while I’m aggressively pushing my oversized cart through the aisles of people, what felt like herds of cattle. They were mooing at me, I’m sure of it….with their carts full of five gallon drums of tuna and Himalayan salt grinders, enough to de-ice my driveway I’m sure, and their five mile long rolls of toilet paper.
All I needed was bacon, coffee and chicken. I love rotisserie chicken. When I go to Costco, I buy two. It will last me a week.
But I hate picking it. If my job was picking rotisserie chicken, I’d get fired. My husband says, “you’ve missed all this meat!” And I usually say, “THEN DO IT YOURSELF!!!” and walk away. It grosses me out, it stresses me out. I think I’ll keep my day job.
And during the time I’m picking it, my dogs are under my feet. The pug consistently barking, the other consistently drooling.
Spring will soon be here. I just need to be patient. Then I can happily blog about my walks on the beach, inconsistent sneezes and puffy eyes. But hey, I’ll at least be outside and warm!