It's snowing in Denver again. Fifth week in a row. Expecting 1-3 inches today, which shouldn't be 'that bad'.

EDIT: SCRATCH THAT - MAKE IT 3-6 INCHES!

Our streets now resemble moguls on a ski slope, giant sheets and chunks of ice to contend with, not to mention the potholes and my blown-out tire from yesterday. Driving along, you bounce a lot, you skid, you slide, the uncarriage of your car scrapes the bottom. And most side streets have little ruts to drive in, but God forbid you get in one and someone else is driving in yours from the opposite direction. Neither one can really drive out that easily. I almost had a head-on with an ambulance the other day this way.

I'm ready - REALLY - for the sun, for melting, for normal driving conditions. I'm over the potholes that eat tires. I'm ready to retire the shovel for at least a little while. I stopped carrying it back to the garage and just left it on the front porch.

I realize asking for sun and a high temp to melt said devil snow is a tall order, considering El Nino is back and going to give us a really wet spring, according to all the weatherpeople who say this on the news then duck to miss the flying tomatoes. (I taught HDToddler last night to say, "BOO HISS!" during the report about 'more snow').

I'm tired of hearing about my family in eastern Colorado and their friends losing livestock (the last count for everyone was over 10,000 head of cattle DEAD). I'm sad to think of the homeless people who are trying to get shelter, and thinking of those opening their doors to try and make room for the stranded.

I know we'll have beautiful flowers, our lakes will be full, our rivers will be running, our grass will be green. I know the drought I prayed would end might have. I just want to skip ahead to that part, please and thank you.

Someone said, "Use dynamite to blast the ice if you have to on my street, I don't care, really".

I might have to agree.