Winter. Will you never end?
It's not that I don't believe in saving the environment, Mr. Gore...it's just that that whole Global Warming thing seems to be taking some time off.
Not even one month into the official winter season and we are just wrapping up storm numero seis (that would be six for those of you less close to our Spanish speaking neighbors).
Many of you reading this reside in the northern part of the country and are wondering what the heck I'm talking about. Many of you have had snow on your ground since late August.
That's not how we roll here.
So, yes, it does get right under my cold-weather-cracked-skin when I speak to the Nanooks, trying to express my tale of snow lock down woes and hear responses such as:
"Wait. You're home because there's a dusting?" or
"How many days off? For two inches?!" or
"You share a shovel with five of your neighbors?"
Or, one of my favorites - when trying to explain to my Boston colleagues why I would be late for training due to the airport being shut down...
"Four inches? or Forty Inches?"
"I don't understand. How is your airport closed for four inches?"
Let me give you some examples of why we tend to hunker down in inclement weather. Or weather. We really don't call it inclement. We say, "Looks like some weather's coming."
Sorry, no deliveries on eggs, milk or bread today....
Rain, sleet, snow or shine...except for the sleet. Or snow...
New request ~ please limit emergencies to dry days over 40 degrees...
This is what covered EVERY thing on Tuesday morning. Now, I'll give you the 'driving in the snow isn't that hard' argument (even though I hate it and around here, it's not a great idea). But, driving on this? I'd rather put Zip Locs on my feet and try to navigate a field of I Can't Believe It's Not Butter. Spread.
And here's our ammunition. Watch out primary roads...we're coming to get you. Secondary Roads? Stand down - eventually the sun will come back out and have it's way with you...
I really have nothing to say about this one. It's just a picture from the local news site. That might prove that thing about rednecks living here.
But there's no reason to make me feel badly for living in a state where snow plows are at a minimum (ps - we don't 'plow' our streets here - we scrape them. Just like we cut off lights. We cut off our lights and we scrape our roads. Not only do we not drive in the winter, we have our own secret language).
And you know what else?
At the end of February, I'll be worrying about how I look in shorts. I win.