Looks like I won't be going anywhere soon.
Finally, after over a month of looking at the same dirty crust of snow, we had some decent snowfall overnight. We got about eight inches; further south the total was a foot or more. Combined with strong east winds, snow piled up in drifts up to 3 feet high. I think it's beautiful, but then again I'm not the one out there clearing our long driveway with the snowblower.
The heavy snow began yesterday afternoon, while we were at the pool for our usual Saturday afternoon swim. We almost had the place to ourselves; others must not have wanted to venture out on the roads. I don't know who had the most fun, the kids and three of their friends or me. It felt so good being in the water; I had a great time splashing around, giving Mr. Attitude piggy back rides across the pool, diving off the board, and just floating in the deep end.
After swimming I had to drop kids off. Two of the friends live just a half mile up the road, but the other one, at whose house Calvin was spending the night, is about ten miles away on gravel roads. By then we had maybe three inches of snow and I had to shift into winter driving mode. Driving on snow-covered roads really isn't that difficult if you just take it slow. The difficult part comes when you encounter other drivers who don't remember to take it slow. Luckily I pretty much had the roads to myself.
So today it looks like I'll be at home. I have plenty of jobs to keep me busy out in the cookshed.