One thing is for sure and this isn't it

Jumbo shrimp. Sensible politician. Electric engine.

          Oxymorons all. But they don’t compare to the stuff on our driveway today. That most oxymoronic of items is all over the neighborhood as this is written. It’s on roofs, cars, the streets, trees and bushes. You can see it on our patio and it is blowing like dust across town.

          It is dry snow.

          Snow starts out as water. It gets mixed up in the atmosphere and changes, sometimes, to ice. It falls toward the ground and changes consistency again to become snow. If it loses its water content on its glide path to the earth, it wouldn’t be anything. It might become humidity, I guess.

          What snow can’t be is dry.

Dry ice is man-made and costs money to purchase. It does not fall from the sky and, even more importantly, it is not sitting in my driveway today. There is no correlation between dry snow and dry ice.

I’ve heard of dry eyes and dry rot. I’ve heard of and even appreciate dry humor. Then there’s dry land (from the movie Waterworld), dry heat and dry counties.

But dry snow?

It’s weird. You go to the market and come outside to find your car has been dusted. You take a deep breath blow the stuff off the windshield or simply start the car and drive away. This powdery white stuff that isn’t even cold to the touch just blows right off. If only washing the car was always that easy.

So what to do about the driveway? I’ve decided to buy a dry mop and clean up the mess that way.

Well, the ideas have dried up, so I’ll stop. Thanks for reading.