Sloppy

So often March has a hefty snowfall, big, wet and sloppy, but ain't gonna last. This year's started yesterday afternoon, dumped for a dozen hours, then began melting away. The drive home last evening was hairy, one section had me sliding sideways off the road every time I had to brake - a long line of vehicles ahead of a large intersection. Kept regaining control, but I scraped a good 4" of slushy snow off the car before I headed out, and there was a half inch redeposited by the time I parked at home. It got more than a foot up there, about half that down here. Yes, there is that much elevation difference between where I live and work.

Walked to the dentist this morning, just as the overladen trees began dropping masses of small, slushy pellets off their branches, and the odd icy clump bomb. Mostly it pattered my cap and shoulders, two hit target on my cheek and neck. Not an enjoyable walk. Every intersection was a deep puddle of slush and icy runoff, necessitating long jumps, or foray into the traffic.

However, my broken cap proved not to be too bad. A sliver chipped off, but the tooth is still sealed, probably precipitated by the appliance to shove my front teeth back in place from that fall. He pulled out the chip, and made an appointment to get it properly repaired starting at the end of the month.

"That's a weird way for it to break." Says my dentist.

"I do try and be creative." Say I.

Moby loving the sun.