How much can it snow? I mean REALLY?

The weather in Bloomington has been particularly bipolar as of late.  It has literally gone from fifty degrees to three inches of snow to forty to snow BACK to fifty to ice, which melted just enough for it to SNOW AGAIN.  If you look outside, it's not really five inches of slippery death, it's like a blood-and-misery parfait of death-ice and freezing snow.  Pretty as it may be, it's like Hoth out there and I may have to slit a fat kid up and live in his stomach if something doesn't change.

These things sing.  WHY MUST YOU MOCK ME?

These people all died from horrible ice exposure.  They were so young...

SHE NEED A SWEATER, STAT!

 

They look like happy cacti

Since I woke up this morning (round 7:30) it has been snowing.  And not like a little drizzle of snow.  Or flurry.  Whatever.

For the past twelve hours I have seen my feet and then ankles disappear beneath the flakes.  My shins were slowly taken over by frozen water.  My sock monkey hat did nothing to protect me from the wet downpour, for that's what it was.  I became a wildlife expert, tracking the footprints of the various wildlife that lives here.  I trudged through the blizzard and went to class, all the same.

On my way to piano I spotted some birds hopping on the ground as they are wont to do.  I scared them away and looked down to see if they had left footprints on the light dusting of snow that had been left since the last brave person had crossed this sidewalk.

These footprints make me happy

I think this discovery was the highlight of my day.