Jesus H. Fuck, it’s snowing again. Six inches and still coming*, and this on top of the six fucking FEET of fucking snow, or thereabouts, we’ve gotten this winter. And today is February 3, so conservatively we’ve got six to eight weeks more of this shit.
I am literally running out of room in which to put the snow that falls on my driveway. I shoveled again today, and it’s still snowing, so I’ll have to shovel again tomorrow. Along the side of the driveway it’s piled up six to seven feet; it’s getting to the point I’m having trouble flinging the snow over the existing snow-berm. Even on the inside of my front lawn it’s four feet high so eventually I’ll fill that too. At the end of the driveway it got to eight feet but then gravity caused the snow mountain to partially collapse, eating up about four feet of my driveway’s width. I’d clear it away but there is simply nowhere to put it, and anyway, I’d have to cut the snow mountain straight down a good three feet so it’d just collapse again.
We’re apparently on pace to break the snowfall record. I looked that up (it was set in 1939) but I didn’t really have to because I’ve shoveled all of it.
What’s funny, and by funny I mean “Fucking snow fuck goddamn fucking fuck snow fuck,” is that in September my wife was all “Should we buy a snowblower?” and I said “Nah, most years you don’t get enough really bad snowfalls to make a snowblower worth all that money.” Well, the joke’s on me.
I fucking hate snow. I hate it. If I could convert my hatred of snow into thermal energy I could clear the driveway just standing in the middle of it. Fuck all this snow. And here it comes, with no end in sight.
I feel your pain. Erie PA is at 130 inches for the season, 150 is the record and we have almost all of Feb and March to go. Last year we broke the March record of 32 inches. It is snowing even now and my snowblower is under repair!
I’m sick of the snow, too. Before the snow came, I was starting to walk home from work sometimes. Can’t do that safely when there’s snow and ice all over the sidewalks (I’m a terrible klutz).
I hate shoveling and salting the walkways around the house, too. Hard physical labor- just what you want when you come home tired from working a full day.
You should move to Colorado where the snow behaves (this year). It dumps up in the mountains where it belongs, but down on the Front Range we get four or five inches, then it warms up and melts. Highs this week are all above 50F, with the Thursday forecast at 71F. There isn’t a flake of snow on the ground, even in the shady spots. My windows are open today.
Of course, two years ago we had 60" of snow in a week.
Out here on the east coast of Vancouver Island we used to snicker about you guys back east dealing with the snow. But its been progressively worse over the past several years. So far I’ve had to shovel four times.
But last year I got myself a sleigh shovel and boy what a difference that makes ! Four times faster and no heavy lifting. Its ergonomic and a green way to remove snow. Oh, and cheaper than a snow blower.
Snow would be an improvement. Sure, the roads would be worse, but it would be relatively warm outside. There are days I don’t even want to go get the mail because it’s so cold. And I’m told this is a mild winter.
I was just remembering. You live just below the escarpment, don’t you? Think about those poor bastards a couple a miles west of you. That should make you feel better.
More bizarre - a resident of Erie, PA complaining about snow.* There’s hardly a worse place in the U.S. to live if you’re a snow-hater, with the possible exception of some Buffalo suburbs.
Note to snow-gripers: Freezing rain is far worse. We have been lucky here not to have ice-caused power outages (despite multiple bouts of crappy freezing rain and the legendary ineptness of Third World Electric Power Co., a.k.a. American Electric Power), but those to the south have been hit hard.
*The National Weather Service says snow depth currently in Erie is only 14 inches. Whaddaya complaining about? Most of your 130 inches has already melted.
Freezing rain?! We used to dream of a few straight days of freezing rain - would have been like a tropical paradise to us. Mostly we got solid chunks of ice falling from the sky, piling up to a depth of 20 feet or so.
But you try to tell the young people of today that, and they won’t believe you.
Some guy in New York built a snow-luge. I bet you have enough of the white stuff to build something like that. Of course, It would be a pain in the ass to move all that snow now, but maybe next year, shovel everything to one side of your yard, and build a mountain. charge the neighborhood kids five bucks to sled down it all day, and use the money to buy that snow plow.
I don’t mind the snow as much as I mind the slush, and the freezing rain, and the salt (which destroys my shoes and my pants and upsets my dog, and isn’t even necessary any more, there are much better alternatives), and the constant donning and removing of layers (and the resulting sweaty-clammy cycle, and the static electricity, not to mention all the laundry), and trying to walk without slipping on the ice/getting snow down your collar/etc (and the resulting body aches) and the lack of time out in the sun, and the darkness in the evenings, and the coldness of my living room, and the fact that I love nothing as much as listening to music outside and there’s none of that until June.
Most of all I have had e-fucking-nough of Toronto’s snow-littered bike lanes (Ottawa and Montreal plow theirs, and they get a lot more snow, and they have a lot more winter cyclists) so cycling to work isn’t fun at all, so instead I have to cram my clammy self, with my layers and layers of clothing, onto the subway, cheek by jowl with other clammy people in their layers, with their runny noses and mysterious bodily odours and bad attitudes. This is having a surprisingly large negative impact on my state of mind.
You could live in Kentucky, which has had the worst ice storm in memory, with hundreds of thousands of people without electricty for almost a week now.
Now THAT would suck. And, it’s snowing outside. I suppose I’ll shotgun a beer, go fire up the brand new Troy-Bilt snowthrower and clear that paltry four inches off my driveway before the wife comes home.
