The winter has been a might harsh here in South Jersey during the early going. We already saw two feet of snow by the middle of December, and are undergoing a cold snap this weekend. I just remembered why I love summer.
Anyway, I jotted down a few random thoughts during a snowstorm not that long ago...
This snow really needs to stop. I can see Russia from my front porch.
The snowblower is the greatest invention in the history of mankind.
Snowblowers will be included in this year’s post-Christmas sales. But stores will raise the price on them by $200.
I’m looking for an entry in the Iditarod right now.
Santa Claus came early for me this year. My neighbor’s snowblower just helped to rescue my car from a premature solemn street burial.
His snowblower just extended the warranty on my back for another five years or 12,000 miles, whichever comes first.
A lot of people really show their good sides and pull together when a community emergency like a major snowstorm arises. Why does it take a problem to bring out the good in people in too many cases?
According to the latest reports from the airport, current snowfall totals for the Wenonah/Mantua/Woodbury area are at approximately 367 inches. If you don’t feel these totals are accurate, go do your own calculations at your own airport. The three communities share one yardstick.
I’ve never shoveled snow from the branches of plants before, and I hope I never do again.
At least I shoveled the branches of the plants which weren’t totally snow-covered.
Where is Yukon Cornelius and that giant Bumble when you really need him?
Why do local television stations have continuous coverage of a snowstorm during said snowstorm? I KNOW it’s snowing outside, that’s why I came inside; to watch the snow on TV. Entertain me, will you?
After you have already seen two feet of snow in December, doesn’t that mean the next time we hear a forecast of three to six inches of snow we should just poo-pooh it? And we shouldn’t see any panic attacks while people are looting the local Shop-Rite? And we don’t have to be hunkering down in our old leftover Y2K bunker with two months worth of supplies(including chips, salsa and wings) the next time Kathy Orr calls for snow flurries? We’ve gotten past those days by now, haven’t we? Haven’t we?