Snow

It’s coming down in buckets here. I like it. I hate it. I can’t avoid it. There’s no doubt I’ll have a white Christmas, though. That’s nice 🙂

I have mixed feelings about snow. It’s cold, then it turns wet. People who think they can drive in it usually race around like lunatics while those of us who know better always exercise precaution (and the lunatics give us the bird…oh, well). You have to shovel snow, move snow, wear extra clothes, bigger boots, and you can forget having a good hair day while you smoosh it all under a nice hat. It’s a fact of winter. Unless I move, I have to deal with it.

It’s not all bad, however. I mean, where else can you have nature attack you with all she’s got and still look out the window thinking, “Wow! That’s beautiful!”. And the shoveling isn’t all bad…it’s a nice, different workout (you can tuck away the Taebo for the winter). And it really makes you appreciate the sun…and flip flops.

No matter how much snow bugs me, no matter how early I have to leave to make it across town in time, or how slow I have to drive to stay safe, I always find myself admiring the barren branches that dress themselves is a fluffy layer of white for a few, pretty days.

It’s a pretty interesting relationship that I have with snow. I love to hate it; hate to love it. I think it feels the same about me (but it won’t admit it…not very good at communication). Regardless, I’m going to sit in my office, look at the ten inches on the shed and thank God for roofs so I can admire snows beauty without ever having to touch it 🙂

Happy shoveling!