Post by Arielle (Ivy Clark) on Nov 24, 2010 1:59:29 GMT -8
...I used to love you very much. You didn't come around often, but when you did you made my entire year. Sweet childhood memories of school closings, snowball fights, snow forts. I was always thrilled by white Christmas or birthday. Heck, it was snowing when I was born!
In short, Snow, you were my very favorite weather. And then... something changed.
I'm not sure when it happened. Maybe it was when I had to drive across the continent without chains or snow tires, in February, while pregnant. Maybe it was the two years in Toronto, with the constant snow and ice and cold and holy-fuck-it's-below-0-Farnheit-with-the-wind-chill-at-noon. Even then, however, I could drive in it, I could live with it. We had snow plows!
And then I moved home to Seattle... and suddenly you were like some stalker ex who refused to go away. Snow in November? Sure! 5 hours drives in what usually takes 20 minutes? Let's go for it! Jobs were lost, and I had the joy of driving a truck on icy roads at 5am. Oh, and not to mention the tree that fell across my front porch and nearly killed me and my daughter that one winter. That was Cold's fault, I guess, but you were still there, lurking, laughing at me.
Still, Snow, I'm a sucker for your beauty, your delicacy. The cold crisp in the air, the way everything goes quiet. I didn't hate you much. Until now.
I really, really did need to get out this week, Snow. I have to get to school, and there's this thing with Richard's driver's license that is vitally important and needs to happen Right Now. But... no. You came, and dumped on my house and the roads. School's closed, so that's something, but if it's open tomorrow I'll miss two tests because, well, Snow, you stick at my house when you stick nowhere else.
I get it, Snow. I used to beg for you, and now you're here all the time. But could you please just wait? School's out in two weeks, Snow. You can come play all you like then. Or, better yet, come often enough that the cities buy enough plows and salt the roads. I handled a lot more of you in Toronto and it was fine.
I guess I shouldn't blame you, Snow. Clearly you're here to stay, and I guess I should point the finger at people who'd rather have the city shut down for a week or two every year than shell out for extra plows.
I can't stay mad at you, Snow. I'm sorry. I promise I'll come out and play tomorrow. Just, please, please, can you and Ice pack up before 4pm Saturday? I have this game to get to...
In short, Snow, you were my very favorite weather. And then... something changed.
I'm not sure when it happened. Maybe it was when I had to drive across the continent without chains or snow tires, in February, while pregnant. Maybe it was the two years in Toronto, with the constant snow and ice and cold and holy-fuck-it's-below-0-Farnheit-with-the-wind-chill-at-noon. Even then, however, I could drive in it, I could live with it. We had snow plows!
And then I moved home to Seattle... and suddenly you were like some stalker ex who refused to go away. Snow in November? Sure! 5 hours drives in what usually takes 20 minutes? Let's go for it! Jobs were lost, and I had the joy of driving a truck on icy roads at 5am. Oh, and not to mention the tree that fell across my front porch and nearly killed me and my daughter that one winter. That was Cold's fault, I guess, but you were still there, lurking, laughing at me.
Still, Snow, I'm a sucker for your beauty, your delicacy. The cold crisp in the air, the way everything goes quiet. I didn't hate you much. Until now.
I really, really did need to get out this week, Snow. I have to get to school, and there's this thing with Richard's driver's license that is vitally important and needs to happen Right Now. But... no. You came, and dumped on my house and the roads. School's closed, so that's something, but if it's open tomorrow I'll miss two tests because, well, Snow, you stick at my house when you stick nowhere else.
I get it, Snow. I used to beg for you, and now you're here all the time. But could you please just wait? School's out in two weeks, Snow. You can come play all you like then. Or, better yet, come often enough that the cities buy enough plows and salt the roads. I handled a lot more of you in Toronto and it was fine.
I guess I shouldn't blame you, Snow. Clearly you're here to stay, and I guess I should point the finger at people who'd rather have the city shut down for a week or two every year than shell out for extra plows.
I can't stay mad at you, Snow. I'm sorry. I promise I'll come out and play tomorrow. Just, please, please, can you and Ice pack up before 4pm Saturday? I have this game to get to...
