Snowy Kendallville and heater on my feet

Okay, all day yesterday one family member worried that we would be snowed in beyond all snowed in periods of the past. We would never be able to get out of the house again  and, gasp, Wal-Mart trips would be a thing of the past. Ah, dare I dream of such a blessed outcome.

It snowed, but at 4 am, when I looked out the porch door as Sydney went to reconnoiter a location for his outdoor privy, there was very little on the ground and none on the bushes. An hour changed that and soon the school closing started moving across the bottom of the TV screen.

I got the worried nurse to the hospital, although I did take the precaution of leaving Sydney at home in case I were to slide and crash, slide and wind up on a curb or in a ditch, slide and slide and cause him to be jolted around the car and injure himself.

A dastardly freezing rain or really wet snow or, judging from the perfectly round ice balls on my trunk, hail smacked into windshield and clogged the windshield wipers. I ended up driving with my head hunched down to look out under the wiper arc for awhile – sort of in the posture of a little old lady with severe neck osteoporosis. It was slick and the intersection were ruts and humps of snow, shoved by cars turning and plows doing the same.

A short trip and actually  enchanting  once I was headed back down Riley Street. I got home; let the dog out and took some pictures of the night and the snow and the dog and the light left on for anyone wanting to come home.