I’m sure all of my East Coast friends are twitching right now with anticipation for the next big snowfall. Right now I’m thinking to myself, “Yeah. Another foot sounds great with my morning latte.”
I don’t want you to get the wrong impression.
I love snow.
I really do.
No, I’m serious this time.
I would marry snow if it were legal in this state.
I chose my college partially based upon the fact that it snowed there.
In fact, even though Andrew and I are from nearly the same geographical area here on the East Coast, we met in Grand Rapids, Michigan – the land for people with sun allergies.
We met in a land always blanketed with freshly fallen snow, a land where lake effect precipitation is constant throughout the winter and a land that in our freshman year only received 24 hours of sunlight in the month of January.
We’re used to snow.
We like snow.
I remember one really bad snow storm where several (not all) of my professors were unable to make it to teach for one day of classes but school was not cancelled. The show went on. People broke limbs falling on snow and ice while walking to class but school was never cancelled for inclement weather. Nope.
Bomb threat. Yes.
We had a bobcat come down our street to plow. He left a barely passable lane for cars to squeeze down. It took him an hour to plow our street while he crashed into the sidewalk and veered dangerously close to cars that were parked on the side of the road. He said that the trucks were just not able to make it down the street.
In Grand Rapids you might get horrible rust damage on the underside of your car from all the snow but you would but I never saw a bobcat plow our street or huge bulldozers maneuvering snow off the highway.
You might not see the ground until April in Grand Rapids but we never got this much snow in a week the entire four years I was there.
In Grand Rapids I always had a huge salt ring on the bottom of my pants but now I live in Maryland and I did that on purpose. I MOVED back on PURPOSE…so I wouldn’t have a salt ring any more…so I wouldn’t have to buy snow pants.
Does anyone remember last winter when we had like…4 inches in March? (a tear just came to my eye)
I thought everyone was nuts when they were crowding the grocery store last Thursday night. I thought my sister-in-law was joking when she asked if we had enough food to last. Now I’m beginning to think all this weirdness is justified because we’re running out of milk and bread and my sister-in-law and brother have still not been plowed out.
Can you see me rocking in the corner, biting my finger nails off? “I like snow. I like snow. I like snow. snow. Snow. SNOW!”
In other parts of my world: Sweet Doctor Landrum said Clare was beautiful. Clare is in the 90th percentile for height and 50th for weight. She is long and lean. And let me tell you, after she gets vaccinated she sleeps like a bear stuck in a Canadian winter, like a middle school boy on Saturday morning, like Snow White before her prince kisses her. Yay! Disease prevention! Yay! 2 and a half hour naps!