About Snow

It is snowing here today. ┬áMy sister stopped by a few minutes ago between errands (I suspect to make sure I’m still alive & kicking ­čśë.) I asked her if she would open her drapes so I could watch it fall. After heavy sighs, & mutterings about how she likes her drapes closed, she relented.

I understand her disbelief that anyone would want to watch snow fall. ┬áToday’s accumulation will be 3-5″. ┬áBack home in Georgia, that would be a major, world-stopping storm! Here, that amount is considered a nuisance. It is “meh”, nada, zip, zilch. ┬áWorst thing about it is the salt; you can almost hear it rusting the undersides of vehicles ­čśľ.

Lucky┬áme. I don’t have to go out this weather. But there were other days, when I was a single mother living in New Hampshire, that snow was the bane of existence. ┬áDaughter Jen told me that the most vivid memory of living in the hinterland was me crying every time it snowed. (Really? Moi?)

For example, the day I flagged down a snow removal guy, & begged him to remove the foot of snow from my driveway. ┬áI didn’t have a contract with him, so he made me pay, monetarily and psychologically. You see, instead of turning his vehicle around, & pointing the shovel thing toward the street, he plowed a 10-foot pile of snow against the doors of my detached garage! ┬áThere was still a smal pile of snow remaining in the driveway in June!

And then, there was the time I returned to Manchester, NH, airport late at night after a business trip to New York City. Unfortunately, it had snowed like a beast all day. Walking to my car through the parking lot in high heels was awful. But when I realized that my car doors and gas tank cover were frozen shut, I feel certain that the tears must have flowed freely.

Truthfully, I have no recollection of how that tragedy resolved itself, but it must have. Because here I am, snug as a bug in a rug, watching what was once the worst thing ever, become a beautiful landscape, right before my eyes.

Life lessons: ┬áBad times always go away. Time heals almost everything. And, We are stronger than we think we are. ­čĄô