Ice (R)Age and Rant

This ice storm has put me over the edge.  As if the mounds of snow and ice already covering my little plot were not enough, now I must contend with an additional frozen crust atop water and slush.  The cars are iced over.  The ice/snow/slush is heavy and hard to move aka shovel.   And yes, I, the lone woman in a household of men/boys, was left to do the heavy lifting.  In the frozen rain.  Again.

For the past year, I've been pushing for a move to LAla land, even though I don't exactly fit the demographic.  But, I need a warmer clime and different lifestyle.   I long to be the crazy old lady running errands year-round on a pink bicycle.

With this storm, though, a return to apartment dwelling is increasingly attractive.  Winter house maintenance is the pits:  shoveling, salting, chopping, chipping, ice damming, ice floing, icicling, dripping, slipping . . . and so on.  My home is my first experience in house-life and although I've been here 17 years, I fear I'll never adjust.  It gets harder not easier.  I don't want to do it anymore.  (look at the picture I found; how perfect).