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[threeplusfire]

It has started to snow now. You can tell it isn't sleet because it is whiter and bigger. My winter coat and hat are covered in melting crystals. No one ever told me that icicles have a strange lattice inside. It makes them look like clear amber holding some fossilized piece of plant life. My car is covered in ice, as are the steps, my balcony, and everything else. I walked to the two different bridges over the creek between me and the road. Both of them are covered in at least a quarter inch of ice. I don't fancy driving over that honestly. I might be able to make it out without a problem, but coming home would be scary. Truth be told, I'm not sure I could even actually get in my car, as it appears to be wearing a solid coat of ice.

I've lost some weight as my coat doesn't fit quit so snug round my hips. Maybe today I'll make some macaroni. The apartment office remains closed, so I don't think I'll be getting my mail today. I just got off the phone with my mother who says the snow is coming down pretty heavy up in northwest Austin. Looking out the window, it seems like it is picking up here too. It makes a crackling, slithering sort of sound. Strange, strange sight to see. My cheeks still feel cold, and I imagine them to be red like apples and fairy tale girls.

Comments

[indicolite.livejournal.com]

*laughs at snowbound Texans* There is a tool called an ice scraper on the other end of every car-cleaning brush sold in Canada - but I doubt it has much of a market in Texas! The edge of a tough plastic (so that it will not scratch your car enamel or glass, but will not bend under the pressure) can work to get the ice off your car, such that the part that holds the bristles on a broom, mop, or brush.

[cjwriter.livejournal.com]

My husband looked for an ice scraper in stores in Texas and you would not believe how long it took him to find one. He finally has one, but we haven't ventured out to our cars quite yet.

You Divine Writer

[abbismom.livejournal.com]

I know I've told you this before, but some compliments bear repeating: I adore the way you write. The way you describe situations, scenes, people, feelings...it's like butta darling.