After one full week of rain-- the weatherman predicted SNOW.
Now I’ll admit I’m not a fan of rain. It’s gray and dreary, messy and dark. Snow on the other hand gives the world an ethereal quality, a white purity that brightens the dead of winter. I mean, we’ve all heard of snow blindness, but whoever heard of rain blindness? And besides, snow is fun, ask any kid.
I don’t know anyone who wants a blizzard, but the 4 inches promised (at 100% mind you) would be just super. We could build snowmen, have snow ball fights and go sledding. We could watch movies on television and play video games without guilt. We could use that shovel we bought two years ago-- and after we shovel the driveways of every senior within a three-mile radius, we could come inside and drink hot cocoa, satisfied. And then we can get on each other’s nerves. We can wonder, since the roads in our line of vision are clear, when school will resume. We can long for pizza delivery--anything delivered and eaten on paper plates. And if we are lucky enough to get out we can go to the store and discover that there is no milk or bread, like-- um, anywhere.
I am a bit bummed to report that the weatherman (he’s not batting too high these days) was wrong again. When I awoke this morning instead of a blanket of white, I just saw wet pavement. But wait, can it be? Yes it can… it’s been so long I almost didn’t recognize it. Here comes THE SUN!
The sun is a kind of consolation prize but I was so looking forward to playing in the white stuff. It looks like the only snowman I will be building will be two inches high and created with ice cubes ground up in a blender.