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The Woman With All the Dogs
Who picked me up
It’s official. A new ice age has begun. The local weather service has announced that this February just ended was the very coldest and very snowiest February in the 140 or so years of this town’s history. Records were shattered all across this neck of the prairie.
To fake us all out Mother Nature gifted us with a nice, sunny day on the first of March. The temperature actually got all the way up into the forties (Fahrenheit). That’s the day I should have gone grocery shopping. But no, I was on some tangent and remained blissfully unaware that a major winter snowstorm was a-comin’ the next day. I didn’t check the weather until after I stared long and hard into my refrigerator.
Since I am one of those walkers, weather is important in regards to the planning of grocery trips. The storm wasn’t due to fully hit until around noon the next day so I had to race the storm to the store.
Snow flurries were dancing through the air on my morning walk to the store. It was actually kind of nice except for the fact that the bank thermometer that I passed read 8 degrees (Fahrenheit). It was as I was coming out of the grocery store with 7 bags of groceries in my gloved hands that I saw that it had begun snowing much harder. And it was sticking to the ground.
