I love water. I've been a swimmer practically from birth, taken to the public splash pool (free) on hot sweltering days, and later to the big pool, where my parents summer splurge was getting season patches for all of our swimsuits that gave us admission the whole summer. I like a good rain, particularly if it has been dry out, or dirty, and the rain refreshes it all. Dry grass becomes green again, and the air feels less stifling.
Snow, another form of water, is a love and a scourge for me. I don't know how my mind would make it from November to April with no green, no color on the trees, a brown and beige pallet everywhere if most of the ground was not covered with a pillow of white. As a child I loved sledding, still do if I have a soft tube that guarantees no jarring to my lower back. With proper footwear and temperatures above 18F, a good walk in the snow is exhilarating. Pup really loves jumping in, almost over his head, popping up, and jumping again. I swear he must have a little husky in him. Pup and children and snow, and a beautiful clean white landscape are simple pleasures. Snow and driving, not so much.
Monday, a slight dusting on the roads, barely an inch doubled my commute home, even leaving what I thought was ahead of rush hour as DD2 had a orthodontist appointment. I had to call DH to leave work to bring her there. I arrived just as her appointment ended. A two hour commute yesterday morning and more snow during the day, left me jockeying my schedule around because of arriving so late. I then left early again to try and beat the traffic, still adding 15 minutes, and worked from home into the evening, disrupting home life. Guess what? More snow today, but of course these little 1-3 inch snow falls aren't a true snow day, just slow days. Work, school, activities go on, and I spend my time shoveling, dusting off cars, driving slow, generally unproductive,and do it again tomorrow. I'm annoyed DH did not get the snow blower fixed. It should be a Minnesota home staple, but last year it crashed, and never got repaired. He is like that-doesn't take care of things, and I can't lift the thing to get it taken in somewhere.
Variation of this meme have been going around Facebook lately. A little humor to keep those of us already sick of winter looking at the bright side. I think I'll take Frosty over this guy at my front door.