Snow Day

I'm sure you remember the anticipation of a snow day as a kid. Growing up in Dallas, snow days were relatively unheard of. We did, however, once get out of school because it was too cold.

My first winter here in MO I was amazed at what cold really was. I remember as a freshman in college there were snow flurries and I was so excited and quickly got undressed and hopped back under the covers. My roommate, who was from Cleveland just started laughing. I just KNEW that school would be cancelled. It wasn't.

Since leaving Dallas in 1989, I have lived in some really cold places. Boston and Denver were the worst. While I lived in Denver I drove a GEO Metro, which was really a roller skate with a motor. Due to an unfortunate incident in a shady parking lot with a futon in the back of my car in downtown Dallas, my window did not roll all the way up. It left about an inch gap. I sat on cardboard, because it was easier to remove the snow that had accumulated on the INSIDE of my car by simply shaking off the cardboard. That was not a good car for snow. It's okay, I wrecked it shortly after winter was over.

I was in Boston for four years and had some really bad winters. I did not know that it could get so cold that your breath could freeze inside your mouth. We were there for the largest snowstorm in like 35 years. We were also there for the coldest month of January for 50 years. I had a difficult time believing in global warming at that time. My neighbor was a drunk( and a hoosier, he had an above ground pool in his front yard, his dog crapped in our front yard and his kids shot bottle rockets at other people's houses). Anyhoo, the night the Patriots won the Super Bowl, he came out of his house, fell down the stairs, into a snow bank. He didn't get up for awhile. That's what I think of when I think of Boston snow.

Now that we are back in St. Louis I realize that Midwest winters aren't so bad, except for the ice. Nowhere else has there been so much ice. Which leads me to the reason for this post. By now you know that I have an issue with dog poop. Well, this evening as I was speaking to J. on the phone (he's stranded in Oklahoma), he suggested that since it was going to snow tonight that I go out and pick up all the dog poop. Why, you may ask? Well, when the kids go out to play in the snow tomorrow, the dog poop will be covered and they will step in it. I really don't have a problem with that. J. ACTUALLY thought I should go out in the ice and pick up little poopcicles. I explained to him that it was pelting ice. He didn't understand. I further explained that those little balls of ice hurt. He suggested an umbrella. I suggested something to him.

Needless to say the backyard continues to have frozen dog poop in it.