Sounds like the title of a porn flick, huh? She should be so lucky!
Alas, it’s title to the middle of this blizzard under which I sit up in the cozy Apple Canyon chalet. I awoke to the bristling sounds of wind pushing the house left and right. I peeked out the window blinds, but my myopia didn’t let me see further than the storm window and a bundle of what could be trees away from the property.

I got up, shuffled to the slider at the porch—this time my glasses stuck atop my nose—and pulled back the drapes. All I could think of was, “I wish I was a little kid, cuz then rotten school would be closed but mom & dad would be at work so I can go sledding and have a snowball fight and jump off the garage roof into a snowdrift and … shit! … maybe even die!!!!!! (or at least break my leg but that would suck cuz then I couldn’t go skiing i want to ski i want to ski iwanttoski).

So anyway, I put my contacts in, donned winter gear, complete with ski goggles and warm gloves with the little wrist thingies so I could take photos without losing my gloves in the snow … and I took a long walk-hike-trudge through the snow. I guess I could have used the XC skis, but the snow is 2-feet deep in the drifts and, as fun as that would be, funner is the effort it takes to yank my leg out of the snow from knee-deep depths. Think of Walter Payton high-stepping into the end-zone. Yeah, that would be me, more or less. Now snow shoes would be ideal…great for a good, long hike in these blizzard conditions.

The best thing about walking around in a blizzard in ACL? I know where I’m going even in white-out conditions, so likely won’t die. See, if I had died, I wouldn’t be writing these words. So save the lectures.

The white stuff is coming down steadily hard. It’s 11 a.m., and forecasts predict it will continue like this till around 3 p.m. At about 1 inch per hour (that’s 2.5 cm for all my euro-metric friends), I’m looking at another 4 inches to fill in my sledding tracks and cover the bit that I shoveled just for kicks and to give y’all perspective (do you like how I easily drop into southern-speak? Yeah, I thought you would).

BTW… yesterday I finished writing a complete draft of my novel. I’m happy.

Now if only the wine and liquor hold out — and food — till I can get to the store on Friday.