It snowed in New Braunfels last night, coating the streets and driveways. The sun is out and bright, so already the eaves are dripping with melted roof snow. Once in a while the wind blows snow past the windows. Not all of the ground is covered, especially beneath the cedars and live oaks.
It’s colder in Dallas than in Anchorage, Alaska. Weird! We’re glad to be where we are. A little snow is better than a lot of snow, but the iciness of the roadways and overpasses closed schools throughout the state. Some may call us wusses, go ahead! Sticks and stones…but words will never hurt me. I have driven in Austin when it has iced over. No, let me rephrase that…I have tried to drive in Austin when ice was on the roads. It’s quite a ride. I do not like being out of control one single bit.
Kids just whizzed by, one on a bike pulling another on a sled in the middle of the street. The others carefully scooting after them before they all go down a steep hill. They should rename snow days “fun days.”
I know what you mean, I don’t like NOT being in control either. Once, in Chicago, I was driving towards our home and it was snowing. I drove on a patch of ice and my car went from one curbside to another. I had on jeans, and a wool coat, but when my scared daughter dug her nails into me, I could feel pain. When we got home, and I undressed, I had fingernail cuts on my thigh. We were fortunate that not another soul was on the road that day.
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