Holy moly moses. But we’ve got white. There is so much snow out there! Unbelievable.
And no complaining here, mind you. Just as I’ve written many times before, every single solitary snowflake is important. We need every last one of them. It is rather pretty to look at. It is not so pretty to drive through.
We were supposed to go skiing today, but have decided not to attempt to 1)make it out the “driveway” and 2)make it to the ski area. There is only about a week left so we really wanted to make it today, but hopefully a couple of days next week and then the season is done. At least for skiing on the mountain. Not sure how long the snow will hang around here. We were already seeing grass and LOTS of mud on the road. That was an interesting combination yesterday. Mud below with about 8 inches of new snow on top.
We needed to head up to our cute little rental house in Saratoga to clean up after the last renter left it in complete and utter ruin. The dear husband loaded us up with all of the necessary cleaning supplies, schoolwork, etc, etc, etc. (We just don’t travel light around here). Then we busted our way out to the highway. And slowly made our way north.
I have no words to describe the state of our house. Except maybe: appalling, disgusting, maddening, wretched, shocking…well, you get my picture. Perhaps. The woman who broke her lease (which in reality is probably a good thing now) was a complete and utter slob. I have never seen so much grease. It coated the kitchen. I spent literally four hours on just the burners of the stovetop alone. Four hours. Then another six hours yesterday attempting to clean the backsplash, the walls of the kitchen, the bathroom. Wench. Total wench. As she’s now calling us asking for the security deposit back. WHATEVS!
I can barely type this morning my hands are so sore. I feel I’ve been run over by a truck for all of the scrubbing and scouring I did in the last few days. Wench. Total wench. I simply can not understand how someone can live in such filth.
Abhorrent. There, I thought of another good word to describe the kitchen.
Anyway. By 9:30 pm, the dear husband insisted we needed to leave (even though we were NOT done cleaning) so we loaded everything up and headed home. All good until we got to the “driveway.” Holy smokes but there is A LOT of snow out there. And it had blown across the road, drifting into bigger piles.
Luckily we made it in ok. The mud had finally frozen, so the truck had to just attempt to plow through the drifted snow.
(I have got to stop attempting to type. My fingers are SO blasted sore I cannot type more than two words without typos. AAggghhhhhh.)
The sun is peeking out now and lighting up the mounds and mounds of snow. Pretty. The trees are completely covered. Everything as far as you can see is simply white.
Someone needs to be the adult in the room and get school started. Guess that better be me!