Snow. Snowstorm Cindy, they called it. It was starting to snow a tiny bit as I drove home from work yesterday aound 5:30 and by bedtime (10-ish) it had turned from flurries to snowing. This morning it didn't look too bad or too deep. Green Bay schools are not closed for the day, which means I have to make every effort to get to work, maybe even on time. Here's what the back view looked like when I opened the curtain this morning. Maybe three inches of snow. Not bad at all.
I thought I was going to get away without snowblowing before work but not half an hour ago the plow came by and shoved a drift across the end of the driveway. And in the five minutes since I sat down here the snow has picked up and so has the wind. Goodie.
March 24--Mike Lee, Dakota Stock Images, Chicago Skyline. Lina squinted down her arm tracing in the air with her finger. "What are you doing?" Martin asked. "Making the city in my eye," she said. "You mean, in your mind." She shook her head, dark curls bobbing. "No, in my eye. So when we get home I can draw it. It's too bumpy out here on the boat and the car's bumpy too. I'll wait until I can hold still to draw it." He watched her skinny arm, held straight out, make small moves from left to right and up and down, amused that she thought she would remember it. "Do you want me to take a picture to help you remember?" She shrugged. "You can, but I won't need it." She went back to looking at the skyline. He took the picture, just in case.
It's getting snowier and windier so I'd better get bundled up and get out there. Wish me luck.