Lions and tigers and snow plows.
It has begun, the southern drift of the tundra. I reluctantly woke for breakfast with my friends and had to drag myself through enough hygiene to not repulse anyone, looked out the front window and did not see snow. Yay. Like, seriously, Yay! Then I wonky knee walked to the lower landing and saw the white stuff on the grass. It had not yet melted, as it had done on the street and porch. It has not actually made it that far as of now. The grass is vainly trying to get rid of the stuff. Not much success.
This brief visit was easily removed and melted from the car windows, but it is not long before that process becomes a major job. I cannot find my tarps and will have to fetch some from my favorite hardware store. That store and the Farm & Fleet in another town are my bestest places to shop. I tolerate grocery and artsy fartsy shopping, abhor shopping for clothing and an only mildly averse to shopping for house stuff. I cannot be alone in that feeling.
So, off to find out if my friend's cat will leave her under-the-bed nest and come out to meet me. Then the hardware store for a tarp and all sorts of things for which I have absolutely no use but cannot resist buying. Last time I was there I bought a power drill and a pack of bits. I am so weak.
There better not be any new snow on the car. Just saying.