This is going to be short and sweet this week, because our life lately consists of prepping for the latest round of snow, after just getting pelted with the LAST round of snow before that one. And so on and so on until the end of time. Or, hopefully, another 3 weeks or so, when winter is technically over and we move on to spring. But sometimes Mother Nature doesnt much care what the celendar says and keeps dumping snow on us well into March and even April. UGH!!!

When you are a kid, snow is THE BEST! Snow means a day off from school!!! Snow means getting to go outside and play in it – everything from building snowmen to sledding down fun hills to having snowball fights with the neighbors and building snow forts to protect yourself from the other team’s constant cannon of snowballs coming at you at lightning speed.

Snow is VERY different as an adult, and add onto that as a homeowner. This is our second winter in our new home, but last winter was not that bad. This winter, it seems like everytime we turn around, there is another snowstorm. Our snowblower broke, and getting it fixed has become challenging for many reasons. Nick was told by his doctor that life post-bypass surgery includes NEVER SHOVELING AGAIN. As in, dont do it, because you could have a heart-attack. Also, don’t do it because your wife is a widow by sudden heart attack, and if you go outside and shovel, you might have a heart attack or give HER a heart attack at the thought of becoming widowed twice due to cardiac arrest. No thank you on that one.

So here we are on another snowy Sunday, calling a local plow guy we found online, to come and bail us out. Again. For the second time in just 3 days, and more snow is expected tomorrow night. His fees are reasonable, but not cheap, so this is of course eating into our already strained budget. Honestly, its a lot of the reason I cant afford to go to Camp Widow next month, because of all this stupid snow and the money it has cost us. Along with pool and house and car repairs we have had to take care of lately.

So, all this is to say that Im a little more bitter feeling about the snow this year, because quite frankly, its been a giant pain in the ass. AND, its also incredibly beautiful, especially on our property and in our town. Like, postcard beautiful. So, two opposite things can be equally true at the exact same time. Life is beautiful, and life is excruciatingly painful. On some days, I am incredibly sad, and also, in the same exact moment, incredibly happy to be alive and filled with joy. And this snow? It’s like something out of a movie – so breathtaking and stunning that I want to stand and capture photos of it all day long. But I can’t, because instead, Im out there at 5:30 am in the dark and 2 degree weather and whipping wind chills, looking like William H. Macy in “Fargo”, taking an ice-scraper to my work van for about the billionth time that week.

So, this is what I got for today, because I need to go and wait for the plow guy to come so we can then shovel around the vehicles, get the snow off the vehicles, and prep my work van before the morning and hope like hell that we dont get hit with ANOTHER round of the white evil stuff before I have to head out for work at 5:50 am.

Like I said, two opposite things can both be true at the exact same time.

Snow is mesmorizing to look at – AND – just looking at it and dealing with it while having a husband who had a double bypass and another husband who is dead from cardiac arrest – sends me into ridiculously high volumes of panic mode and anxiety, and I hate every minute of it.

Thanks for reading, friends.