Frozen water

Yestermorning, I woke up to 21-degree weather. Cat and I had to de-ice the school bus before it went anywhere- about a quarter-inch of ice. This marked the third time in less than twelve hours that I needed to remove ice from my car before driving it anywhere. I've seen ice before, of course. In New Orleans, I've seen frost and a thin layer of ice on my car and on the grass, but it usually melts as soon as the sun comes up. I've never had icicles hanging from my car, nor nearly slipped on patches of ice on the ground, nor needed to run the car and heater for about ten minutes before the ice had warmed enough to scrape it off with a combination of a spatula, a shop rag, and elbow grease.

Today, however, we enjoyed a balmy 29. No ice.