This, above, is not a snake. It's snow. It looks like it melted just enough to start to break formation, then refroze in a bent, wiggly shape.
If you don't dig your car out, the snow plows will just keep plowing snow up against your car, higher and higher.
When it's not snowing, there are a lot of sunny days. I love the cold, sunny days. A friend of mine just went to Mexico for a holiday. She said it was so nice to be warm. As for me, I can wait until Spring.
After the last storm, someone plowed a couple of paths through the park I walk across to get to work. Landlords hire companies to keep our sidewalks plowed, but the parks rely on volunteers to plow. After a few days, the main path was worn smooth (ah, so many pedestrians in Boston, I love it) so it turned icy. If you look in the photo above, you can see that people tromped a parallel path on either side of the main path, and the new ones had more traction. The main path provided a nice ice-skating opportunity. That's me, below, and my friend Britt. He's not ice-skating. I find that people who grew up here aren't having as much fun as I am with the weather. But, another friend of mine told me just today that she likes seeing winter through my eyes because it lets her enjoy it anew.
The snow had been cleared from the roads and sidewalks, so the walking there was easy and dry. It didn't get warm enough to melt the snow piles, though.
Today started out snowing again.

By late morning, the snow had stopped. Shortly after that, it started raining. When it rains and there's snow on the ground, the rain doesn't have anywhere to drain to, so you get really big puddles. Can you see where the sidewalk, below, dips for the handicap ramp? It's all water.
Good thing I had on my good new waterproof boots and my gaitors. Gaitors velcro around the calf, there's a strap under the foot, and they hook onto the boot toe. They keep your lower legs dry. I don't know if I've mentioned before, but there are two NPR stations here: News (WBUR), and Arts & Culture (WGBH). They both have regular weather reports, more frequent than I remember San Diego weather reports being. This makes sense, of course, since we really have (real) weather here.
My great friend Sunshine painted Billy! It looks just like my little rascal. Thanks Sunshine.
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