Snow Time

I'm ready for snow.

Not, mind, that I'm out actively blasting this all over town as loads of folks are not going to share my view. However. It's winter. In America. In the Northeast. We're supposed to have snow.

It feels weird not to have snow.

More than that, I feel like I'm not getting my monies worth out of the condo fees. I didn't benefit from the roofing redo they did, but I paid the extra dues. Now, I'm not even getting any use out of snow removal. This morning? A bunch of guys showed up to mow the lawns, in snow turning to sleet turning to rain. I didn't bother to ask how the mowers were going to work.

Since they are technically Summer Equipment it would be my understanding they don't do well in, shall we say, adverse conditions.

I also feel badly that they were not dressed properly. Heavy sweatshirts under a waterproof vest in my book defeats the purpose. All that water soaked up from the sleeveular area is indeed, going to get sucked into the chestular part of the sweatshirt.

The vest, therefore, a useless fashion artifact.

I took out Pucker, who usually adores the snow: she sat, outside, but under the overhang, watched the water fall, got three droplets on her head and came back inside. I don't blame her. I too am of the opinion, rain if it's going to rain, freaking snow if it's going to snow.

May not do both.

Mother Nature is rather having her cake and eating it too. Natural Limbo holds little appeal for moi.

I like to know where I stand, but more importantly, what it is I'm standing in.

I found someone else who agreed with me; the mailman. I can say that since ours truly is a man; otherwise I'd have used mail person. Or mail deliverer. Either way, he prefers snow as well. He stays drier. It's also prettier. Worse to drive in; those cutie little mail trucks have horrendous tires. Kind of surprising since they're expected to deliver in all kinds of weather - it's even in their slogan.

Then again, let's recall that having a slogan, doesn't always mean it's followed. Recall my trip to that Big Box Store I won't name? (Home Depot) The whole You Can Do It! We Can Help! Yeah....they didn't want to do either. It should have been We Might Help, If We Feel Like It. Mostly, We Don't.

Weather limbo leaves most of us testy: it's grey, overcast, a combination of cold, raw, wet stuff falling, most of it defying description.

I don't like it.

I want snow.