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Show You've been asking for Snow. . .Now Enjoy it. seconds at the scene of the crash. As another little problem arises the deep snow on paths and driveways, we have to dig around and find the snow shovel we dropped on the lawn last summer when we used it to shovel a little dirt, and Monday there was also the little problem of finding the buried car. Then the 30 minute job of window scraping and prying open frozen doors. Remember when your parents told you they walked through two feet of snow at 10 below zero to get to school. Kids nowdays aren't going to have any stories to tell their kids they just slip on a short sleeved shirt, hop in the 4-wheel drive and drive the one block to school. Me, I'd rather stay home if there's anything I hate more than ice under my feet it's ice under my tires. I try but all those rules in the drivers training book about turning into the skid. They leave me when I start to slide, so I hit the brakes and figure I'll have to stop sometime. I'm really happy about the snow even if it does slow me down a bit. My brown ragged lawn looks as good as the neighbors now "all white" and maybe it's gulping down all this wet stuff and planning on enduring en-during another summer, W 'Fk'if Jl'''l AiL-iT J i J SSPQ By Mary Gae Evans PAROWAN - Well, we've been whining about needing some moisture haven't we? 1 guess we can stop whining--at least until we dig out. When I was a little girl (a very short time ago) I used to think it would be fun to have so much snow that we would have to dig tunnels to get from house to house. Well, when I woke up Monday morning I was almost afraid my dream was coming true. It's quite an adventure this deep snow. You have to change your habits a little. We all have to walk a little slower. If you dash out the door without thinking you are apt to make a quick two point landing on your rear end. And, of course that's not so bad by your own front door. It's those terribly ungraceful crashes near public places that do you in. All you can think about is whether anyone saw you, I'll jump up and drag a broken leg or an arm hanging by a thread and head for the nearest dark hiding place, somewhere like under the car seat so no one will offer me sympathy if heaven forbid, anyone chanced to see me fall. When I get home I'll calm down enough to 'complain and expect some "you poor dears" and "I hope your not hurts" but I won't stay on the ground more than two |