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February 21st, 2005

Snowy Monday Blues

It snowed 7 to 8 inches here last night. It was a wet, heavy snow and I’ve been shoveling on and off all morning. It started last night while I was playing poker in Nyack. Jimmy lives on a steep hill in Upper Nyack and when we knocked off around 10:30 PM there was two inches of wet slippery snow on the road. I skidded on down to Midland Avenue sure that I was going to hit a telephone pole. I made it to the thruway, figuring that it was better plowed than the back roads, but there were idiots going 50 mph on an unplowed road. It’s only a mile and a half to the West Nyack exit, but I saw two cars that had spun out and stuck on the side of the road.

Here are some nice pictures of the snow. When I bought this house the main advantage was that is was a small house on 1-1/4 acres of wooded lot. Suburban sprawl has turned the New York City suburbs into little houses on every 1/8 acre plot available. I have the biggest piece of property around here. I didn’t clear the land, in fact I registered the land as a Back Yard Wildlife Habitat with National Wildlife Federation.

Here is a picture of Gracie searching for the door into summer. (Click on the picture for a larger image.)




One Response to “Snowy Monday Blues”

  1. DKoren says:

    Pretty…. looks like my house, though we’ve had nothing but rain the past few days. Everything is wet slush. Poor Gracie.

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