Snow Maniac

Here are two shots: yesterday about noon and this morning, same location.

My daughter Janene said that I really need to blog about Jerry and snow. I think it must originate with his first experience with snow after living in southern California. I swear that his pupils dilate, his breathing quickens, and his BP rises. I do know that he talks faster when it snows. He obsesses about when to install my studded snow tires just about Thanksgiving time. Last Saturday he installed them for which we are grateful today! Yesterday school was canceled and I offered my car to him for work. Truthfully, there is NOTHING like my Subaru for negotiating the hills and dodging crazy drivers. But he said no and slid down the hill only to end up in an ice rink in Kelso. He called with breathless excitement in his voice to describe the danger, the thrill, the adrenalin of being out in the snow. When he, thankfully, made it home he announced that my car was taking him to work in the morning. He flung himself into digging out the very fluffy snow from behind the garage door.

School was canceled again today, so I took charge of keeping the mattress company when I hear "Joan, I put the truck into the ditch. I am taking your car to work." "Ok, Jerry. Please mail the Christmas packages in the back seat before you come back up."

He called just a few minutes ago breathlessly recounting his exploits. The ice took out his truck before he left our neighborhood. Around the bend of Columbia Heights he saw cars were clumped up in ditches three and four at a time and had to tell me how well the Subaru did. Well, it fishtailed once. (But I don't know if that was due to the ice or hot-dogging. :-)

I think his love of snow if pretty cute. He doesn't really play in it, but he loves the manly challenge of fighting against the elements!

If my daughters have any stories, why don't you add them to the comments? :-)