Tuesday night as I left work, it was raining, then it was sleeting, then it started snowing. I toddled off late to
choir practice and found the usual suspects had only just arrived; my favorite two British choir ladies (they are sisters) were dressed in identical lavender sprigged jumpers (translation: flowered pullovers in a thermal knit). Yes, winter has officially arrived, as my ladies are very particular in matters of dress. Had it been snowing any harder, they wouldn’t have been there. They are darlings.
The next morning when I went to work, the snow had thawed, then frozen solid as a sheet of glass in the parking lot. If I’d had ice skates I might have made better time getting from the car to the front door of the building. I guess whoever their plowing/salt truck contractor was fell down on the job or was running behind. I was really worried about a fall and considered calling the building’s safety office to complain.
Well, they must have gotten a boatload of calls from people yelling about the ice rink conditions in the lot, because when I left that day, they’d laid down some salt (not sodium chloride, something a little less damaging to the pavement and environment). Then yesterday morning, they laid down a few more loads of the stuff. This morning when I got in, the entire surface was solid, glistening white crystals. It’s a Winter Safety Wonderland.
