Oh, the Weather Outside was Delightful

Saturday morning, I woke up to find the front yard converting itself to a winter wonderland. Okay. I really woke up to a telemarketer call at 8:50 a.m. I'm pretty sure that's frowned upon by the FTC. I didn't answer. I wanted to be up by 9:00 anyway. That's early for me, now that I'm RETIRED. Lest you think I'm some kind of well-rested Sleeping Beauty, let the record show that I most often go to bed between 3:00 and 4:00 a.m., and that Val has never, ever, been referred to as any kind of beauty.

Anyhoo...the flakes were large and falling fast.

I was a little surprised, because on Thursday, the temperature revealed by A-Cad's control center as we were driving home from the city was 87. It's Missouri, though. If you don't like the weather...wait a couple of hours, and it will change. I knew there was a chance of some freezing mist overnight Friday. Hick was selling storage unit swag at an auction at 10:00 a.m., so I'd checked my weather website, and I'd cautioned him to be careful on the roads.

The snowfall even made Shackytown Boulevard look picturesque, though I wouldn't go so far as to put the picture on our Christmas cards.

I don't think neighbor dog Copper Jack felt very picturesque.

You know how it goes. On the ONE DAY that you have something going...inclement weather appears. With Hick and I both RETIRED, all the days run together. We don't have set plans. Except Hick had known about this auction for at least three weeks. And I was awaiting the arrival of Genius's Friend, who was driving down to get the giant box of wine that was delivered here by mistake.

Genius's Friend shares an apartment with him in Kansas City, but was on this side of the state all week for work. Not so much IN TOWN as at his parents' house, while he commuted to his job in St. Louis for the week. He graduated before Genius, and has a job that lets him work remotely. So he lives in K.C., and comes to this side of the state as work requires. Good thing for wine-loving Genius. That wine isn't going to drink itself, you know.

Anyhoo...Genius's Friend made the 45-minute drive to Backroads without incident. We visited for about an hour, and by then, most of the snow had melted. Good thing. We didn't want Genius crying over spilled wine. That would have been a waste of good cheap too-sweet wine (according to Friend).

I'll tell you what else was a waste. THIS SNOW! If I was not RETIRED, I would have been kind of cranky. Not only because it melted so quickly, but because it came on a Saturday. Every teacher knows that a fast and steady snowfall in the early morning hours is pretty much a day off work.

Out here in Backroads, anyway.