Day 5 - 4 -- Cold and Wet

I walked into work today for an early class. Given the weather advisory, I chose not to drive. Rain began around noon followed by snow and mixing throughout the afternoon. After my later class, I headed home in major snow that turned to rain and ice pellets about half way there. I waited for the snow to stop and then went out to move the snow. Rain had begun in earnest by then, so what was being pushed was mainly slush mixed with a whole lot of water. Pushing it all looked and felt like pushing a river upstream <smile>. It is to be warmer overnight and begin to cool down by morning and throughout the day tomorrow. Everything will freeze as the temperatures dip below -18C/0F in the next 24 hours.

Pushing the slush and walking home left me with two coats that weighed far more when I came indoors than they did when I went outside. The fine misty rain and heavy wet snow had created very wet parkas and rain pants. So I now have two sets of outdoor gear hanging in hopes of having one dry set by tomorrow. Mittens were soaked, too, but the liners kept my hands dry. Boots are wetter than I've ever seen them -- may need a further external spray to keep the outside dry -- maybe on the weekend when I don't have to go anywhere. When hanging up the coat worn while shoveling, I put my hand in the pockets and found surprising things. I'd rather have found a five dollar bill, but I found enough snow to make a small snowball. That coat doesn't have pockets that zip shut, but the flaps generally keep such things from entering. 

Finding that cold surprise in my pocket reminded me of a lyric from an older song. While little boys fill their pockets with things to save, I didn't feel the need to save the slush ball for posterity. The singer was one of the smooth voiced tenors of the post-WWII decades. Enjoy! 

Catch a Falling Star -- Perry Como