Drifting Snow

We have lived in Montana for over 10 years, and I have never seen it like this before. Not at my own house anyway. Sure, there are places that get a lot more wind than we do that get drifts, but I have never had to walk thru snow to my waist to get into my own front door. That is what happened last night though. As we were coming home, the mere 100 yards from mom's house. Luckily, we had driven since we were in our PJs when we went over. We stayed all day, watched the wind and snow out the windows, but didn't notice the drifts until we opened the garage door at 10:30 last night. They were 2 foot high at the doorway. That got my attention. Because I had on my "short shoes". That is our new family joke - not sure you can understand unless you have walked thru high snow in shoes of regular height. Your ankles begin to feel it first, then snow begins to fall down into the shoe, etc... It really isn't too terrible unless it is below zero, then it is painful pretty quickly.

Anyway, people without snow blowers are stuck in their houses and driveways. I have always laughed when people I knew in Texas would say things like, "I could never live there, I wouldn't like being stuck in my house when it snowed!" I laughed because up here, the snow doesn't stop us, usually. Today is a new day I suppose.

I am writing this in honor of the snowplows and their drivers:

Dear Snowplows and your drivers,

I so love that you sacrifice your sleep and comfort to come out in the middle of the night while I am in my warm cozy bed and clear the roads. I love that I wake up in the morning and have a choice to head out into the frozen wasteland or stay all day in my warm house. You see it is about choice. If I choose to go nowhere, that is fine, but today my choice is taken away. I realize last night was still Christmas, so I will forgive your sleeping in. You probably had too much eggnog, but today is the day AFTER Christmas and it is time to get back to work.

with much gratitude and sincerity,

Your friend - Michele