My husband, the jinx
posted in Alaska |We have had lovely weather, up in the 50s. (Not sunny, but, hey, that’s okay.) The snow was almost all gone from the yard.
OmegaDad, inveterate veggie farmer that he is, has been planning a raised vegetable bed to be placed by the shed out back. He ordered the lumber yesterday for it to be delivered today.
Guess what happened?
Snow.
Arrrggghhhh!
So far, not much. But predicted? Up to nine inches.
Sigh.
I, too, had made plans: I wanted to rake the soggy old leaves. I wanted to pick up the garbage that had slowly been revealed as the snow and ice retreated. I didn’t want, but needed to, pick up all the (ewww, yucky) dawg poop that had also accreted under all that snow.
But now?
Nope.
Wah.
(As I wrote this, the flakes were getting fatter and coming down faster. This time, I think, the weather predictors are spot-on.)
Anyway, I blame it all–all!–on OmegaDad.
