Ice Scraper--here I come!

Before everyone freaks out. . .this picture is from last winter. Someone this morning at work mentioned that it was suppose to snow sometime in the next day or so--which would seem hard to believe as it reached almost 60 degrees yesterday. This is what I have to look forward to. SNOW--you've got to be kidding me. I still have some Halloween candy lurking about. Can't we request a postponement? I wonder if Al Roker is still accepting suggestions in his box. I want to travel over Malad Pass one (just one) Thanksgiving without white knuckles--praying that the turkey of the previous weekend wouldn't be my last. Since the comment, I've been musing over the prosect of the forthcoming winter wonderland and am surprised at the depth of my mixed emotions. On one hand, I dread the roads. DANGER, Danger! Travelling just plain and simply stinks. Utah has salt, Idaho has that awful red sand, and my new car has no winter driving experience. I shutter at the thought of shopping (which for me is an anomoly of sorts--as I adore malls, stores, and anything related to retail) because I won't have my inner temperature in a shopping establishment back until spring. Too hot, too cold--never satisfied. You also have to take into consideration that my nose is going to start running. It's inevitable! Now, on the flip-side, I can pull out my winter apparel. A high-light this season will be last year's collection of colorful scarfs, not to mention my array of colorful (yet very tasteful) coats--which I prefer to call winter frocks. Winter also brings early morning cups or cocoa and my current favorite PERO (a close friend of Ovaltine). I have Brian G. to thank for that introduction. It's important to look at these winter perks--including Thanksgiving and Christmas, fires, my Harry Connick Christmas CD, sledding (an extreme sport), making snowmen, baking. . .I could go on and on, but won't bore you. I will say this--there's nothing to be afraid of. We've done it before and survived nicely. In fact, I'm going to face the first snowfall (which has yet to rear its ugly head, I might add) of the season with courage, faith, vigor, and all the mittens I can get on these little hands.