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First (Real) Snow

snow-window.jpgWhen I rented this third-floor loft apartment overlooking downtown and the county courthouse, I dreamed of the day I could sit with window blinds pulled high and watch fluffy white flakes float to the earth collaborating to build a wonderful white blanket over everything. That day has finally arrived.

We’ve had a few false flake moments in the past few weeks, but today’s whitening is the beginning of the weekend storm that promises a little of everything: 6-12″ of snow, mixed in with a little sleet, slick highways and sidewalks, and of course, being that this IS Findlay, lots of wind. Fairly quiet at the moment (wind-wise) but tomorrow’s forecast is for 30+ mph gusts combined with more snow. Sounds like the stuff blizzard’s are made of…

I suppose I should have snapped these pictures from out in the middle of it all, but instead, they’re from the cozy warmth that comes from being inside while watching obviously cold conditions on the outside. Only thing I lack to make this ideal would be a nice roaring fire, but alas, no fireplace here.

snow-bricks.jpgI ventured out earlier on errands, making the mistake once of getting too near the local mall, my reward coming in the form of extra long waits at stoplights. Looked like lots of folks had the same idea: get out for a little shopping before it gets too slippery. And although my company’s Christmas party is scheduled for this evening, it’s now 3 o’clock and I’m witnessing cars sliding along down Main Street, no doubt by 8 tonight the roads will be nasty.

I’ve been here three winters now, and have always been puzzled by how long the city waits to order snowplowing. Seems like there’s an assumption that the hardy locals can drive through most anything, and any serious attempt at keeping the roads clear doesn’t start until either the snow stops falling or at least late into the night after the cars have gone home. Either way, it’s better to wait these out inside, with a nice cup of tea and the blinds pulled open to watch the wonder of snowfall.

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