SNOW, snow go away, come again another day!

As a child I sang the "Rain, Rain go away" song as I loved to be outside!  Being STUCK indoors was a punishment!  Sitting still and reading was not in my skill set YET! I didn't learn to knit or crochet until I was an adult.  NOW,  I do have the skills and desires to be still and the aches and pains of changes in the weather causes my body to agree that sitting in the rocker is to be preferred to sliding down hills or rocks on my backside, climbing trees, or riding my bicycle.  My mother told me for YEARS about the camping trips where I wore out my blue jeans sliding down sloping rocks with my brother and my cousin Tom.

This year however, after a winter of SNOW, to wake up to the pretty white dusting two days in a row - maybe you only call TWO INCHES a dusting after a winter of ELEVEN FEET of snow!!  I have been nagging my overworked husband about the THREE snow blowers decorating the space between the fir tree and the shed for a month now, but he has been putting the swimming pool back together after its winter hiatus.  His remark is "I have some repairs I have to do before I put them under the building!"  Now those snow blowers are decorated with SNOW.  Appropriate perhaps.

I sent a text to my friend in Southern California, my former housekeeper, about the snow yesterday.  She replied that she remembered a July 4th weekend when our guests wanted to use the pool and I had made them sign a "waiver of responsibility" since there were several inches of snow on the pool deck!!  That concrete deck can be very slippery when wet, let alone covered in snow!  I had forgotten that episode, but it certainly sounds like ME, the queen of SAFETY!  I have been know to stand over a puddle at the supermarket until the employee arrives with the mop and the yellow "BEWARE slippery floor" sign.  Tripping hazards get the same vigilante coverage.

Oh well, at least we didn't have a power outage last night so the circulating water should have protected the plumbing and equipment.  I didn't even mention that thought as we were going to sleep at 32 degrees last night, just prayed for some Divine Intervention in the power department!  

As I mentioned in "The Resort Years" the pool is an enigma all its own!!  But I kept track last summer of all the wet bodies who did enjoy it, including our own, and it is an attraction here in greater, downtown Strawberry - population under 100 except on Holiday Weekends - where the women are strong, the weather unpredictable, and the kids have to be driven to school in Tuolumne, Soulsbyville, or points west since Twain Harte School District chose to CLOSE OUR SCHOOL five years ago!

Until next time, HAPPY TRAILS TO YOU!