November 29th, 2001

caillebotte_man at his window

I suppose I might have expected this.

So the snow falls for a few hours and everything is white and fluffy in the diffuse moonlight and then the characteristic local autumn night warming trend arrives and turns the falling snow to rain and now the snow on the ground is a mass of pocked slush which will be very heavy when it has to be shoveled off the driveway tomorrow. Weather is quite distressing when it can't seem to make up its mind what to be. And I'm sure there is a message in there somewhere but I will choose to ignore it. Better that way for all concerned, I'm sure. (Look! A comma!)
caillebotte_man at his window

Vanishing Act

I've never seen so much snow disappear so quickly. Faster than a San Francisco dotcom. A swath lies across my lawn, and a few clumps line the street. There are a few patches on rooftops. But the rain has washed away most of it. Hooray! No Shoveling! (The snow shovel is an evil device designed by the makers of pain medications.) And, we got through the storm with no more than a few brownouts from the power company. Altogether, I'd say this has been a good day. Even the birds are back, flying through the light drizzle and pecking in the exposed parts of the lawn. I think I'll wash my window, for a better view of this pearly evening light.