Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Yesterday I waxed nostalgic for winters past in Rochester. And that's just what they are, past. Today is a sampling of winters present. Maybe three inches of snow greeted the morning and lack of newspapers so my snow man headed out to clean the drive.
Bacchus and I stared each other down. I had a set of Mutt Luks in hand and this was the morning to try them. He suction cupped himself to the floor but after much tugging, twisting, coddling and "good boys" we were ready to venture forth. I anticipated trouble as he slipped and slid to the garage. Adjustments were needed already. However once outside there was snow! Yesterday was a joke but today there was enough to actually wallow in. So we leaped and bounded our way to the street and ooops! Those blasted Muk Luks have no tread. They're as worthless on snowpack as bald tires!
The barrel pit lost its allure and Bacchus dug in so we headed back to the shop and shed the boots. He glowered at me. I knew what he was thinking, "I'm a Saint Bernard for crying out loud. I don't need boots!" Ha! He doesn't choose to remember how he used to gimp with ice balls frozen between his toes and Mom grousing because her fingers were freezing from trying to thaw them enough to get him home. But Mom remembers! He may have won the battle but he hasn't won the war!
So into the back yard to romp and roll. I joined the snow man on the driveway. He with snow blower, me cleaning up the dregs on tractor with plow. Trust me, this isn't lake effect powder!
The Hunnies found their food and so have the Finches. The first real snow of the season still has its charm. New winters, new memories. Not all bad.