It snowed more today, and it didn’t fill my heart with hate because I didn’t have to go anywhere. It actually was very pretty, with big, fluffy flakes, and I may have had a little of the light-hearted feeling I used to get. But mostly I’m feeling pretty grinchy about it. If we keep getting snow now, it had better stick around for Christmas because that’s the only time I really want it. I live in Minnesota, for pete’s sake, we should get white Christmases, but we don’t always have them.
When I was a kid, I remember getting so much snow that cars had to pause at intersections and honk since they couldn’t see over the banks. I know people who had to shovel their windows out so they would get some light in the house, and everyone didn’t go crazy. The Shining can happen; don’t discount the crazy-making of snow and cold and lack of sun. I grew up in a small town in West Central Minnesota, and it is definitely colder and snowier there than it is in the Twin Cities, but there has not been a winter like that here in the last twelve years. And, since I’m an adult now and tromping through snow that’s over my head isn’t so much fun anymore, that’s OK.
