Snow is more fun

Today broke forebodingly, the skies above a menacing dark blue-gray, ringed by white clouds over the mountains.  But the skies lightened to a dreary gray as it began to drizzle, softly, just enough to start my rain drum.  My affectionate feline is curled up behind my monitor, on the computer, no longer anxious to be let outside.  Each time I think I ought to start my daily walk the rain starts again, each time harder than the last.  (However, if it were snow, I would be out walking.)

Speaking of snow, the Eastern winter storm is wrapping up:

Reporting from Silver Spring, Md., and Rockville, Md. — The second fierce winter storm in less than a week walloped Washington and the mid-Atlantic region Wednesday, closing the federal government, airports and thousands of schools while bringing a mix of awe and dread to millions of snowbound families.

Blizzard warnings were posted from Virginia to New York as heavy snow and gale-force winds toppled trees, brought down power lines and created white-out conditions that turned many roads treacherous to impassible.

The storm began with sleet and freezing rain on Tuesday and was expected to add a foot or so more snow on top of the two to three feet that paralyzed the nation’s capital last weekend. That monster storm — referred to locally as Snowmageddon, Snowpocalypse and Snowzilla — already was one of the heaviest on record.

It’s not often we witness a 100-year-plus record fall. Perhaps it’s fitting it went out in such extreme fashion today. As reported here earlier, National Airport’s preliminary (2 p.m.) snow total of 54.9″ for the 2009-2010 winter thus far puts D.C. above the previous high mark of 54.4″ set way back in 1898-1899. Baltimore has also broken its all-time record with this event.

I remember a friend’s story of a snow storm in Alexandria, Virginia in 2002.  They had had a few feet of snow.  Armed with two snow shovels they cleared their driveway and that of the elderly woman next door.  Too tired to continue shoveling the walks, they left the two snow shovels on their front porch.

The next morning the shovels were gone!  But, of course, in the snow were the footprints of the thief.  Price, warm with anger, followed this trail until he found the older shovel discarded along the path.  He continued until the tracks melded with other in a busy intersection.  The culprit had escaped.  Maybe he had stolen it to shovel his aged neighbor’s walk.  As if.

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