Thursday, 31 January 2013
The pendulum is the pits
Last week, I carefully picked my way around the slick streaks and solid slippery puddles along Iris Crescent and saw that the cheerful and slightly askance couple who seemed to be cautiously watching to see what the Accent Snob would do last month had been reduced to emaciated pillars this month.
The pendulum swung again, and a truck-cum-snow-plough was trapped on Bertrand Street one Saturday evening. Someone had drawn a triumphant smile in the blade-devouring drift.
This week, we've had hip-high hills of white washed away (nearly) by rain which was dried (nearly) by howling winds this morning before the temperatures dropped, freezing treacherous smears across the sidewalks. And we've still got February to come. March and April usually aren't that much better here in Hades.
I plan to NaBloPoMo in June. I'll still be blogging in the meantime, but not nearly as regularly. I'm tired, and there are things that need doing before I come out swinging again.