Well the Iceman was by and thus the persnickety ice is back surrounding the perimeter of my house. Now ice is rather nice if you are a Red Wing player or Meryl Davis and Charlie White, but for the rest of us it is a gigantic pain in the keester. I went outside this morning to attend to the car and drain spouts in that brrrrisk weather, and I knew from the get-go that we had had some freezing rain as the screen door needed a big push to open it. This was followed by a hollow scraping sound and stepping out onto a sidewalk which once again was a sheet of ice. The ice-encrusted door was not the only thing glistening and glommed onto somewhere that it shouldn’t be, because unfortunately after slip-slidin’ along the side of the house and taking baby steps to get out front, I discovered the driveway and in front of the garage slick as well. Compounding that disaster, the garage door was similarly ice-encrusted on each “bend” and the door sweep was frozen to the pavement. Fifteen minutes later, after chipping away at the icy areas, and much muttering on my part, I could finally raise the garage door and gain access inside to run the car. My front door looked like it had been through the Ice Age; good thing I did not intend to vacate the house via the front door in a hurry. Likewise, the gate to the backyard once again was frozen shut and the latch had to be pried open with the broom handle. One week and counting ‘til Spring arrives and before that celebrated date, we are due for another Arctic Clipper and still another snow event. Mother Nature and Michigan must declare a truce sooner, rather than later.