snow, snow, go away
come again some other day
I don’t want TO play
In my brain is a quote from some character in some book somewhere.
It’s a quote from some rich guy who lived in a huge house.
The quote was, “101 rooms and I spend my day searching for the warmest one.”
I got nothing against snow.
Except for the way it is cold.
The way it piles up.
The way it needs to be shoveled.
The way it makes me slip and fall,
The way it makes my car slide and crash.
The way it turns gray and ugly.
Aside from those things and a couple hundred other things, I agree that it can be pretty.
Walking in a heavy thick falling snow is an incredible experience.
If I was a real poet or artist I might be able to describe the light of a full moon on freshly fallen snow.
Moon shadows!
But more than that, I want to be warm.
Hotlanta?
Bring it on!
String of 90 degree days from Memorial Day to Labor Day?
Sign me up!
Tshirts and shorts and warm breezes, WARM BREEZES, at the 4th of July fireworks?
That is my choice to celebrate independence.
I spent the first 50 years of my existence in West Michigan.
I have shoveled TONS of snow in my lifetime.
I pushed countless cars out of the snow.
I have removed wet socks innumerable due to snow and slush.
Went to bed last night with predictions of snow.
Woke this morning.
Prepared myself and looked out the window.
Flowering tree was blossoming in the back yard.
And no snow!
Celebrated with another cup of coffee and a plate of frozen Walmart waffles.
Here is to no snow!
UPDATE – in the words of the Sponge Bob narrator, 2 hours later ….
Bleechhhhhh
Bwahahhahah
11AM – don’t need this
Oh well
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