So we didn’t have a white Christmas but it was a a very white after Christmas – so much so that if there were a way to determine exactly how old a flake of snow was I would put money on there still being some snow from the December blizzard on the ground. We’ve had some regular snow that keeps adding to the mountains of plowed snow on the sidewalks. I figure the old snow at the bottom is a well insulated ice cube.
Among the things I’ve learned in the wake of having in the past 3 weeks more snow exposure than in my life up to that point are: It really is beautiful and fun to play with and in. Whether it be a little or a lot it’s just fun, it makes you smile and be a little sillier than normal. Today’s pretty snow will likely be tomorrow’s dirty snow or worse, slick ice patches on the sidewalk. I’d rather walk in snow and slush than ice any day but sometimes you just don’t have a choice and I take the good with the bad. I get to live here and that means sometimes I have to walk extra carefully, I can live with that.
How did we manage to survive the crippling blizzard of 2010?
Well first of all – one of us paid attention to the weather reports and understood the word “blizzard” and “expecting 40+ mph winds” and sounded the alarm! OK honestly there was no need to sound any alarm but I was alarmed. We were not trapped or snowed in or unable to order delivery food if we wanted to but I got us both out of the house early on that Sunday to get provisions! Paul of course laughed at me but indulged my manic behavior nonetheless. We took our time, played in the snow like total newbies and settled in at home to watch the snow really start to pick up. The wind was blowing so hard that there wasn’t any accumulation on our windows or balcony and the view of the terrace below us demonstrated the “snow drifts” that they were talking about on TV. It was an ever changing pattern of peaks and valleys. The “thunder snow” was a total shock and apparently a rarity. Watching the non-stop blizzard coverage on TV only made us want to run out and play in it but I kept us in during the worst of the wind until I couldn’t take it anymore.
We found ourselves more than knee deep in some areas on the way to our neighborhood park. Paul of course took a dive and pelleted me with snow balls. I got him back with some doozies of my own. it was picturesque to say the least. And like I said for us it was not a total disaster. We didn’t own any of the cars that were buried to the rooftops in snow, nor did we have to shovel our own doorway or have any kind of ambulatory emergency and gratefully we were both off during the worst of it.