The Snow Continues

As predicted, we had more snow today. Cold, Windy, Wintery. I wasn't outside much, but I stopped in West Danville to mail off some Ice-Out Contest tickets to someone who wanted them for Christmas stocking stuffers, which I think is a cool idea, and for those of you who enjoy that stiff breeze that always blows through West Danville in the summer - you should have been there today!! The flag was straight out from the pole, anything that wasn't nailed to the side of the post office was flapping wildly, the snow was swirling around so you could hardly see the traffic going by. Every pickup had a plow on it, most of them caked with snow. The cars parked at the Joe's Pond Country Store while their owners went for coffee looked like they'd been there in the snow a week. I'd just had my hair cut. It looked real nice when I left St. Johnsbury. Fred said he guessed maybe he'd better take me out for dinner, it looked so good. I opened the car door and stepped out into the gale at West Danville, and there goes a perfectly good hair-do! Fred said he likes the wind-blown look. Darned good thing. The carefully shaped cut Kathy had given me turned into a flattened out cap of gray-blonde strands so charged with static electricity that when I tried to brush it out of my eyes it clung to my fingers and stood straight out from my head before slapping down onto my forehead like paper on a vacuum hose. The store was pretty quiet. Diane was up to her elbows doing some strange thing with a turkey baster in the coffee machine - I didn't ask questions. She said Garey was outside but would be in right away to tend the post office. Deb Stresing was there. She said she'd had to dig her way through heaps of snow to get into her shop this morning. Some fellow came in, checked his mailbox, muttered, "Nothing! I knew I shoulda stayed home," and stomped back to his truck. Curtis came in about then and I asked if he'd seen his dad outside. He said he hadn't, but he didn't seem alarmed so I left the package of Ice-Out tickets and told Diane I had more going out Thursday and I'd pay for all of it then. I hope Garey found his way back to the store through the swirling snow. When I stepped onto the porch, the wind nearly yanked the door out of my hand and I was glad of the railing to hold onto. The good news is, it blew my hair-do in the opposite direction so by the time I got to Diane Rossi's with a package she would deliver to Dave Parker, it looked pretty darn good again. I'll take a rain-check on going out to dinner, though. I think we'll go in July. It'll be warmer, but I bet the wind will still be blowing through West Danville.