Now This Is Winter! (2)

Considering what's going on in California this weekend, maybe I should've called this, "Snow Armageddon"....oh well, and now, for something completely different, we have...winter in summer!

Continuing with our brief interlude of the warm fuzzies, I bring you yet another action packed shot of Holly stepping out her little cube. Doesn't she look all soft and fluffy? Doesn't this just want to make you pick her up and scritch her tummy until soft purrs of content fill your senses? I thought so.

By the way, this is my avatar on Facebook, which in keeping with my five year streak of never really showing my face in cyber space pretty much means that I'll be forever coming up with bizarre and unique photos to represent myself with. After all, how many people do you know have an avatar of a slaw dog and fries as an official representation of themselves to the public at large?

Now back to the issue at hand, soft fluffy white stuff. This is the tree that has been featured from time to time on my other blog, and I thought that this looked so funky and spooky that I needed to have a picture of it. And if you look very closely, you can see that the top of the snow almost reaches that twin trunk. My friends, that is about two feet of snow there.

This is about three and a half feet of snow in the backyard. I took this from the back porch. My mom's little dog did not do his thing for the entire winter season out there because as you can see, he would've vanished the second he made contact with the snow.

Looking towards the side. I'm estimating that there's almost four, simply because the top of the fence is just barely seen. That hump you see in the left foreground is the remnants of the dead tree that was cut down late last summer, which was most tree trunk. No, I did not walk back there either.

Looking towards the other side at the mountain. Looks kind of spooky and magical don't it. Nifty looking snowdrift on the deck there, isn't it? Just on the other side of the fence, I'm estimating that the snowbank is about five to six feet deep.

Now This Is Winter In Connecticut!

Yup. Even though you may be frying out your brain cells where you're currently living, on Shooting Suburbia, we are hip deep in the 2010/2011 Winter season, Connecticut style.

If you recall back in early January, I was doing some serious bitchin' about the lack of plowing, lack of traffic planning, the record amount of snowfall (115+ inches) and the fact my twenty minute daily commute turned into an hour. At the time, I had no pictorial proof to corroborate my bitchin'.

Guess what folks? I gots proof.

Feast your sizzled optic nerves on these little babies.

Yes, this is looking up my street where my house is situated. Those three white lumps that you see just off to the left are my car, my wife's car and my mother's car. That dry spot? Probably where a few cars idled trying to see around that ginormous snowbank in the foreground. And yes, there is a stop sign there. I do have a picture of it later on in the series.

Looking down the right side of the street. Yes, a plow did go down the street. The center of the street. Once. Which is why you see that funky snowbank in the foreground.

Looking up Mountain Road. Yes, that is the mountain off on the left. And no, that section of the road really doesn't get plowed more than three times a month during the winter season.

Brief mental health interlude. Holly taking a siesta in her little cube, which is located in our bedroom. Yes, Holly is preferred subject of choice when I feel the need to break up the monotony of the photo roll.

Another non-action shot of Holly. If you're wonderin' how I got those pics, especially since my body can't quite bend the normal way that other people can, I dropped to my knees, then flattened myself out. And yes, there were cries of pain and agony as I got back to my feet.

Is Autumn Winter? (4)

Yes, yes, yes. After a brief one week hiatus, I have a freshly squeezed overly ripened post for yous. Without further ado, the final part of "Is Autumn Winter?"

My cat Holly. This week, she was not a very good kitty. Last Sunday she made her escape from the house and when I got home, I found her hiding under the tool shed. Took me twenty minutes to get her out. Not satisfied with that little jaunt, she repeated it this past Wednesday night. My son and I found her after about ten minutes of searching in the pitch black. Still not satisfied, she snuck out again Thursday morning. I would love to tell you the entire sordid tale about that day, but frankly, it requires an Italian type of explanation (lots of wild arm and hand gestures) that simply doesn't translate to the blog very well. Unless I make a video of it. Which might not be a bad idea for a future post.

A brief tantalizing taste of the upcoming menance that was Winter 2010/11 here in Connecticut. Be very very afraid, because the next series of posts feature what I and every other resident of Connecticut bitched about in January and February of this year.

My resident mascot. And yes, his nemesis Sylvestor is sitting on my printer. And yes, that is my ancient (2008) computer.

Looks innocent don't it? Norman Rockwell don't it? Currier & Ives don't it?

Still think it looks innocent? Soft fluffy white stuff?

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!