Sometimes life takes us places we don't want to go and sometimes it dishes up stuff that tastes bad and is hard to swallow... Sometimes we wish the ride would slow down until our heads stop spinning, but that isn't the way life works. It's a roller coaster ride and we aren't allowed to get off until we get to the end of the tracks. No stopping to settle our stomach midway, and no deciding to get on a different ride altogether. You can sick along the way, but there's no getting off.
There was a brief break in the frigid temperatures this weekend, and a spot in my yard with just enough packy snow for a smallish snowman.I thought maybe My Darling would follow me out into the snow, but he didn't realize where I'd gone. I'm not sure he's into building snowmen anyway. When I returned to the house I found he'd decided to take a nap. By the time he got up I had finally come in and collapsed on the couch myself and our initial plan to go out for a ride never materialized.
Our snowbanks are getting hard to see over or around. Pulling out of the driveway is getting more and more hazardous with every pass of the town snowplow. The banks are high enough to hide a whole snowman body in!
The overnight wind and snow have already added "years" to the lives of my newest friends. "Motorcycle Man" looks like he's ready fall off of his bike and his eyes, that were bright and full of life yesterday afternoon, have grown dim. I'm afraid the winds are much to cold for an attempt at reviving his spirits today. I put his eyes on with spray paint and we have a wind chill of -17 F (that's -27 C). I could could go out and give it a try, but I'm not feeling especially brave or adventurous this afternoon.