|Cattitude...yes, I'm grumpy even with a winter coat|
The meteorologists should have stuck with their original forecast. They changed it from 6+ inches for our area to 0 or a dusting. Last night's late news included word that 'the event' was over...no more snow for the weekend. Done. When I woke up this morning I noticed, from my angle still in bed, that there was a light coating of white on a nearby rooftop. Oh, no worries...just a dusting. Then there was a rumble that got louder and louder.
I got out of bed and looked out the window. There it all was, waiting for digging out...and a sizable plow-in, too! The dread felt was soon replaced by a gnawing irritation. The town had plowed the back drive...again. They are supposed to stay off of it. I started a pot of coffee and bundled up in snow gear to start shoveling. I checked the back drive...yep, they've dug up more pavement. That adds another chore to tomorrow's list...a trip to the DPW office to complain. Obviously they forgot that they agreed to stay off my property and drive.
I propose a compromise. It can snow all it wants to...as long as it doesn't accumulate on drives, walks, or streets...and it's 80°F while it does it. (I'll settle for 60°...but don't tell)