Happy home, home on the range on Monday, March 2, 2015?
Allow me to explain, from the Little Bitty in the Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood. I took the liberty of using my iPad Air for the first Photo 101 essay to lay out the extent of my discontent. Topic: Home. Still surrounded by: Snow.
Our beloved rescue mutt Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle stirred me to be released for her morning ritual off the back porch at 6:58 a.m. Even she seems reluctant to get out in the snow.
The dog does what she must, tracking through the rut she's worn through the accumulated snow of winter 2014-15.
After I let her back inside, I grab a cup of home-dripped Dunkin' and ask my dear wife Karen what time she needs to pull her Mazda out of the driveway to leave to start her week at Syracuse Media Group.
Her answer tells me how much time I have to work in my office — the living room recliner — before setting out in my winter gear.
Karen has designated 8:35 a.m. as departure time.
I start the cars, make sure the defrosters are on front and rear, and start with the brush at 8:15 a.m.
The cars are cleared at 8:26 a.m., and I quickly grab the shovel and get to clearing a path so MDW Karen can walk safely to her driver’s side, and clear the snow from behind the Mazda, too. With merely two or three inches fallen overnight, Good Neighbor Tim has not pulled out his snowblower. When he does, he takes care of the area behind Karen’s car for me.
With a bit of hustle, I even had a moment to spare to walk inside the side porch door, grab Karen’s wheelie case that contains her work laptop, and load it into the Mazda for her.
The back of the driveway was cleared in time for her to back out into the street. There were no illegally parked cars to make her maneuvering more difficult, either. In fact, there were no parked cars in the way at all.
As a measuring stick of how high the snow banks are around my driveway, I placed the full-sized shovels at the rear of my Chevy Cruze when I was done tossing this morning’s snow up top. My shoulders are tired from a winter’s work.
While watching “Today” this morning before my shoveling stint, the topic of Boston’s wretched winter again came up, and they put a graphic on screen as they lamented how that city has been slammed with 103 1/2 inched of snow this winter.
Syracuse had totaled 106.8 inches of snow by the time the Sunday Post-Standard had gone to press. That leaves us 16.9 inches short of reaching the seasonal average. Hey, look. We’ve passed Buffalo in the race for the Golden Snowball.
Wait. There is some more good news today.
It was all the way up to 26 degrees, and my driveway was shoveled by 9:06 a.m.
Are you feeling at home today? How would you have taken these pictures differently? Does March snow make you feel safe and secure or nervous and edgy?