The weather couldn’t make it’s mind up this week as we teeter on the edge of spring in Minnesota. We started the week with rain and thunder that turned into flurries. Those flakes snowballed until they coated the melting brown covering the lawns and sides of the streets. I live here and I wanted to close the door when I woke up on Sunday.
Murphy’s law gets us up here. We wash the dirt and salt off our cars only to have it snow again. I’m all for the spring thaw but opening your car door to step into an ankle deep puddle when it’s almost 30 degrees isn’t a fun experience. Despite the polar plunge events you might see during the winter carnivals we don’t drill ice holes up here and let our toes take a dip on a regular basis. Soggy shoes, socks, and shocked feet makes us suck in our breath and curse Mother Nature.
I lift my feet like a cat with wet paws when I accidentally step in what I thought was just slush. I can only imagine what the passing pedestrians and car drivers think. A shake of the foot doesn’t warm it up any. Hoping my shoes weren’t ruined and wishing I sprayed them with another protective layer of waterproofing, I run with wet feet for new socks inside.
This time of year is a minefield of puddles and slush that can’t be avoided. There’s no solid ground to sidestep on. I’m tiptoeing through puddles this week as I go about my errands. The big question on everyone’s mind is when should we wash our car because we know that will most likely bring another round of storms. I think Mother Nature does it on purpose, just like the squirrels that like to wait until I’m driving to run out in front of me.
Well, at least I have another season to look forward to when spring is finally here – squirrel dodging season. Their game is no joke to me. I hear their peels of laughter as I hit the breaks and my heart flutters. Their fluffy tail doesn’t fool me as they scurry across the road to wait for another car to pass. Their timing is suspicious.
Imagine swerving onto the lawn of a single, attractive neighbor to avoid a squirrel. He or she spends hours on their lawn. Sometimes you’ve seen them with a scissors cutting one blade of grass that stuck out onto their sidewalk too far. Maybe they won’t see the the tire marks – until the knock on your door. When you open it, they’re standing there with evidence stuck in your tires. You try to smile and wonder if they brought their forensic tools over too.
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