Hello, Old Man Named Winter

During our first year of marriage, Keven and I lived in an apartment in Bowling Green that was very near to train tracks. The complex was U-shaped; we lived on one of the sides, and the trains ran along the bottom. After a few days, we hardly noticed the sound but visitors always did.

Now we live in a condo and the nearest train tracks for the commuter rail are more than ten blocks away. However...

The back of our building, including our bedroom window, faces the back of another building, between which the external parking and garage exits are located. Our condo management is very good at making sure we have access to these exit and parking spaces. But--and you know it wouldn't be a whiny little rant without a "but"--the parking lot is a cul-de-sac. The snow plows drive in, push the snow, and then reverse to the exit... beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep.


From roughly 11 p.m. last night to, well, now, the beeping snowplows have been going nonstop. Keven and I had a wretched night sleep. Between the winds wreaking havoc with the windows, loud enough to wake me, and the safety-minded snowplows with their warning beeps, the whole night was an episode of sleep interrupted.

We were supposed to go to a babysitting co-op meeting this morning, meet with a friend at a local coffee shop, and then walk to school. Keven was supposed to drive to Madison, but the state of the roads and traffic reports that indicated more than a three hour delay. School was canceled and the city declared a snow emergency, which meant we couldn't park on the street outside the house for the co-op meeting.

Then POOF. Come 11:30, the blizzard vanished. Blue skies shining above 12 inches of white stuff. So Keven drove to Madison after all, and I hosted an impromptu play date at our house. Well, that's winter for us. I just hope one day we ignore the snowplows as easily as we once ignored the trains.

Well the weather outside is frightful,
But the fire is so delightful,
So since we've no place to go,*
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
"Let It Snow" by Anyone Who Ever Recorded a Holiday Album

* But if you have someplace to go, it's kinda shitty.

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