Ashland, New Hampshire — When I heard that more snow was headed my way I cringed. “It cannot be possible!” was the thought that kept whirling around my brain in the days prior to the storm.
It was possible and it did happen — again. Like waking to a bad nightmare, I found a good 12 inches of new powder this morning on top of the already 6-foot snow banks surrounding my home. I am tired of this onslaught of bad weather.
I have even begun to wonder if it will ever end. And I am not the only one to think that. My dad, Dr. George Luciano of New Hampton, New Hampshire, told me he thought he read in the Farmer’s Almanac that the last snow storm of the summer would be sometime in August. He was joking, of course, but I really wonder how prophetic that joke may be.
Recently, my husband and I visited central New Jersey to help settle my late grandmother’s estate. Down there, the birds were chirping, the weather was in the high 40s without a trace of snow. I went into a depression and shear dread of having to come back to snow-bound New Hampshire to face the mounting snow banks. And sure enough, when we arrived home we were caught in a huge blizzard that caused a good six accidents between Manchester and Ashland.
Longing for at least a familiar voice from the sunny shores of New Jersey, I called my aunt, Anita Mulligan, of Tom’s River, New Jersey, this morning. To my shock she, too, was now wallowing in the white stuff. She guessimated that they had around 12 inches, which is unheard of for her area at any time of the year. She informed me that her girlfriend’s apartment complex still hadn’t been able to clear the snow even though it is 2 p.m. She also said that her tiny little dog kept vanishing in the snow banks as she frolicked and played.
Meanwhile, back in New Hampshire, we are trying to figure out what to do next. We are literally running out places to put this stuff. It is almost as if our property is getting smaller with each storm. That is putting everyone on edge.
The local police are placing tickets on vehicles whether or not they are parked in your driveway or not. I got a $40 ticket for parking in my yard on my front lawn. Now that is pathetic.
As for parking on my property, well, I pay the taxes so I should be able to park on that little patch of grass labeled mine by the town record’s department. I’ve actually been parking there for 8 years now with no ill side affects until this amazingly bad winter.
The police are not the only ones turned into grumps by the onslaught of snow. The mail carrier is only attempting to deliver the mail to half of the rural residents. We went an entire week without mail due to the overwhelming piles of snow and the lack of places to put it. When we finally did get it back under control two more storms re-buried it so we gave up and began picking our mail up from the disgruntled postmaster we have here in town. It’s not a fun proposition, but it will work for now.
So, here I sit, up to my eyeballs in the white stuff, wondering where else I can deposit what we dig out. Maybe I should deposit it right on the police department doorstep in lieu of the unfair ticket we received. Any readers out there care to purchase some snow? I will not only deliver, but I will only charge $40 for the whole lot. Good luck to all of my weather-weary friends out there. If you would like to see more photos of the current storm damage please see my slideshow, “Here We Go Again!”