Twice now I've awakened to a world blanketed in white. Such loveliness. It amazes me how so many born-and-bred Michiganders HATE the snow. You would think that several decades of it would have softened them a little. The only drawback is reining in my 76 year-old mother (who lives with me). Our morning snow-days begin with my begging her to wait for me to have my coffee and cereal before shovelling. She is heartless. She typically gets a 45 minute jump on me. I shudder to imagine what the neighbors think. Last time she got 2 offers for help.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Snow in Michigan
Twice now I've awakened to a world blanketed in white. Such loveliness. It amazes me how so many born-and-bred Michiganders HATE the snow. You would think that several decades of it would have softened them a little. The only drawback is reining in my 76 year-old mother (who lives with me). Our morning snow-days begin with my begging her to wait for me to have my coffee and cereal before shovelling. She is heartless. She typically gets a 45 minute jump on me. I shudder to imagine what the neighbors think. Last time she got 2 offers for help.
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