Today's blog is a bit late. I'd planned on finalizing a nice post when I got up, but then they closed our office due to the impending snow. And snow it did! At least 2 inches on our estate, more in some places and less in others.
It always amazes me to see snow. Oh wait, I hear you, "Marv, you grew up in Colorado, surely you've seen enough snow in your life for it to be less important!" to which I respond, "Don't call me Shirley!" (I'll wait while you get that joke.)
What I mean is that snow in the SOUTH always surprises me, even when they predict it. It sort of takes me back to my childhood, waking up, looking out at the snow, and knowing that they won't be closing school anytime soon. Snow in Colorado is not as big a deal as it is in the South.
Snow in the south starts out as rain. Then it gets cold, so the rain freezes. Then it snows. So, we end up with this frozen icy under layer that makes everything slick. This means no driving, careful walking and most assuredly, no dancing out on the sidewalks.
Growing up in a snowy clime means I know snow. Me and snow, we're old adversaries. I have 2 winter coats, 2 pair of gloves and mittens (made just for snow) along with both rain boots and snow boots to which I attach a set of walking treads. I have a collection of warm woolen and cotton sweaters and special thermal underwear all designed to keep me warm in the snow.
Even with all that gear, I loathe the snow. I see that white shite (see what I did there?) and I just know what it's going to take. I have to put on layers. Undergarments, heavy clothes, and a sweater to start. When it's time to go out, I have my heavy coat, scarf, wool hat, put the hood up on the coat and then I have to sit down and put on the boots, add the treads and carefully head to the door. (Careful not to scratch the floor with my metal treads!)
Outside, there's shoveling the walk and then putting down the salt. Whew. Now, the car. While it warms up, I de-snow the car, scrape the windows (that can take for-freaking-ever!) and check the headlights. After all that, I'm ready for a nap! AND that's why I hate seeing snow of any kind.
Weather notwithstanding, the south is a nice place to live...when it's not snowing....or sleeting....or raining.