Allow me to tell you my newfound realization! I AM TIRED OF SNOW! I am glad that I have a snow blower to clear out my driveway and of course the damn mess that the plow leaves at the bottom of the driveway. Actually, that's the worst part. It piles up and is like twice the thickness of the snow that originally fell on the driveway and adjacent sidewalk. Pisses me off! Now, the entrance at the bottom of my driveway is at least half of the regular width of my driveway because of the said plow issues. So, when you drive into the driveway, you actually have to maneuver into the garage carefully, as well as backing out. That's interesting too. Anyone backing up may suffer the wrath of the piled snow at the bottom of my driveway, as one might happen to back up into said pile of snow guarding my house as if they are pillars of deservable death and retribution. Oh yeah, you know you have too much snow at the corners of your driveway piled up, that you can barely see the mailbox from under all of it! I wish I was eight again when I would make use of piles such as those and tunnel into them to make snow forts, or igloos depending on my mood. I made some very cool forts that way, but I had no one as my enemy to defend it against. Well, my newborn sister was around but she had a hard time just holding her head up, much less making snow balls to pelt her brother with so as to defeat him and claim victory for the fort!

You know, I wish I was like the guy across the street from us who works for a construction company somewhere in Madison. He just brings home a Bobcat from work, and clears out his drive that way. And he is done in 3.8 seconds flat! Plus it's damn cool to clear out the driveway with something that resembles a miniature tank...sort of and without the big gun on top. It's also days like today that I am happy that I have my trusty steed to blow through town in, as the village of Oregon definitely is not all that quick on the draw clearing out any of the side streets. I needed the four wheel drive to actually push through the driveway to get into church and then later, into my own driveway (as I type this, the village plows still have not come down our street to make a path...and we have a cop who lives down the street...you'd think he might have some pull). Oh well, this is of course, what I get living in suburbia as I do. I like it here, even when it resembles Antarctica or the North Dakota of my youth when snow would be at least eight feet high...and that was in June! More later...