I thought spring was here. According to the calendar, spring was here a month ago, but the calendar is a dirty liar and not to be trusted. Still, it’s pretty far into what might seem like an acceptable time for the weather to clear up and for me to once again know what feeling warm is like. Is it too much to ask for a little sunshine and maybe, just maybe, for it to push into the 60’s?
When I left church on Thursday, there was a light covering of snow on the ground. I was in shorts. Friday morning, when I had to be at the station at 6am, there was enough snow on the ground to keep me from getting my car out of the garage. About 7 inches of thick, wet snow had fallen overnight. Hmmm, I thought, this means I should probably shovel the drive. But wait. At 5:30am, the roads have not been plowed. So, unless I want to shovel the entire road, I don’t think I’ll be driving anywhere. I broke out the winter boots I thought I was finally going to be able to retire, bundled up like it was February, and walked the half mile to the station. UP HILL. IN THE SNOW.
Take that, mom and dad! My parents, having always resided in the lush mediterranean climate of the Central Coast of California have nothing like this story in their repertoire of “you kids don’t know how easy you have it” vignettes. So I’m just going to keep this in my back pocket for the next time they tell me something is tough. If/when I ever decide to punish the world and spread my genes, I will be able to tell my children that I had to walk to work at 5:30 in the morning in a blizzard and it will be TRUE. Also, it was mid-April (although by the time I actually have children, the story will probably have grown to the point where it was 5 miles, 3 feet of snow and early June…but then again I will probably also have the kind of smart aleck kids who researched this blog and will call me out on my exaggerations. Can parents ever win?). But seriously, winter, it’s time to stop. Let the other seasons have a turn. Sharing is caring.