Anti-Climax

By afternoon the heavy rain turned to snow, coming down heavily. So I threw on my clown suit and big jacket and and hattie and trotted about getting everyone fed early in case we got snowed in.  I put everyone to bed and shut all the big doors in preparation for the Blowing Snow. 

I Drove at speed to the West barn the dogs jumping onto the truck as I took off “Come on. Up. Up. The storm is coming.”  I was calling to them from the car window as I let the clutch out, the windscreen wipers working over-time to clear the sludgy snow from the front window. Excited. I love storms –  except the storms that arrive on the day I am departing for somewhere. I hate those storms. But I love storms when i don’t have to be anywhere.

The dogs and I jogged about feeding them all at the West Barn, getting their waters up to date, shutting up their doors etc.  Still warm. Not too cold. Big soft flakes of snow.

Drove back and as I drove up to the house the snow stopped, it switched back to rain and that was that. No more  snow. Duped. Tricked. Disappointed. Just a dusting. A taste. A Snow-tease.

By six pm it was blowing and 32F (0C) down from 43F (6C) that morning.

Right now at 5am it is 16F (-8C) and still blowing Hard. The temperatures will continue to drop throughout the day.

Sunrise is at 7.16 am we will see what it is like when it is light. I don’t think there was any more snow though.

Do you remember the year that I took a picture of the temperature gauge every afternoon at 4pm?  That was a good record. I have a smart phone now so I don’t need to go outside and peer through the gloom. Technology has caught up with me. I can just look at my phone now to see the temperature.  But I do need to make a note of the temperatures more often for us to look back on.

Oh wait. Almost forgot to tell you:

Earlier in the day, yesterday,  as I was driving on the highway, I got a flat tire in my little cooking oil car. I pulled over all good. But, and I am not going to mention any names but SOMEONE had taken the jack out of my little cooking oil car and not replaced it back into the little cooking oil car.   I found this most aggravating because  I am perfectly capable of changing my own tire on my own car, even in the pouring rain. So I had to call SOMEONE, who luckily was not working, and he had to collect a big arse jack from the barn that only a man could lift and drive out to save me as I sat in the car with the blinkers on like some kind of pathetic wilting flower of a girl waiting to be rescued.  He even turned on the flashing light on top of his truck as he pulled up behind me. God, how embarrassing. What if someone SAW.

But, I was gracious, I allowed him to be the knight in shining armour,  and change my tire in the pelting winter rain. I said, thank you.  Nicely. But then to make matters worse he announces that now I have no spare tire he would FOLLOW ME HOME in his big Man Truck!  I mumbled something like – well the bloody spare tire was not much bloody good in the first place without the Bloody JACK was it? (But in a New Zealand accent so he would not understand me).  Then flouncing I threw my sodden self back into my cooking oil car and was ESCORTED home like some stupid school girl who had run away from home and been CAUGHT by Dad.

Really. I drove fast just to be a brat.

Here are some pictures I took through the windscreen to amuse myself while I waited to be rescued.

I hope you have a lovely day. It is a dress-up-warm day here.  BooBoo is waiting by his jacket.

love celi