We’re expecting our first flakes in a few days, news that was met with much eye rolling and muttering about shovels and ice melt. Snow is a funny thing – as a child, you love it. You play for hours outside, making snow forts, snow men, hills to slide down…and snowball fights! You haven’t had a good childhood until you got hit square in the kisser. (And no crying…you sucked it up and got the SOB back.)
But when you’re an adult, you look at snow differently. You have to clear it from your car, drive in it…suddenly it’s not as much fun. And work. Short of blizzard conditions that close public transportation or highways, you’re expected to be there. You might arrive late or have to leave early, but you’re expected to show up. It’s the downside of being a productive citizen.
And what’s up with people who race to the store, and stock up on enough groceries for two weeks at the first mention of the white stuff? I mean, short of the blizzard of the century, where you’re stuck for the aforementioned two weeks, you’ll be out and about in two or three days max. So why are you buying 4 loaves of bread, 3 gallons of milk, 3 lbs of bacon, and enough Kraft Macaroni and Cheese for an army?
Then there’s the holidays. We all used to love a snowy Christmas. I mean, it’s pretty, but if you have to go to a brunch, then drive over to your family’s later for dinner, then drive to friend’s for a cocktail party, it’s pretty exhausting, especially when all you want to do is go home, climb into flannels, and watch the Yule Log and eat sugar cookies.
But, on certain days, when it’s snowing gently and all is quiet, you can appreciate the beauty of the frozen stuff. Everything looks clean and bright…even though you know dropped leaves and dead foliage are under it. It’s mesmerizing, standing by the window, watching it dance and swirl around, so beautiful… until you realize you’re out of coffee, cigarettes, and cat food, and have to go out.
Let me get my coat…and scarf, gloves, hat, and boots…
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