Who else here loves snow? THIS GIRL LOVES SNOW. I still get just as excited about it now as I did as a little kid up in Houlton. (Shout out to the Shiretowners! What up in the County?) I stayed up late last night waiting for the first flakes, but I’m old you guys and passed out instead. I woke up again at 4 and it was snowing! I opened the blinds on the window next to our bed so I could watch it fall.
Some people like the sun and heat, summer vacation and lazy days at the beach. No Sir. Not me. I hate the heat, I hate bugs, I hate being sweaty and sunburned. I hate sticky humidity and just about everything else that goes along with warm weather. That first day of cool fall weather? Ahhhhh. I feel like I can breathe. I have energy, I want to take long walks, I come alive. And then…and then…snow.
I don’t mind shoveling it over and over. I don’t mind the cold (I have plenty of natural padding to insulate me) I love watching it, hearing it, feeling it on my face. In 1990 I moved down to Charleston, South Carolina and spent several years there.
That first summer down there, I thought I’d died and gone to hell. You want to talk about hot? Oh my God.
And I wasn’t even chubby then! I lived like a vampire for months, only going out at night until the weather cooled off in oh, say….NOVEMBER.
And while I love that city and miss it very much, I would dream of snow. I would dream that I was walking our old black lab Beau in the snow at night. I could hear my boots squeaking in the fresh powder, hear the flakes landing on my hood, feel the sting on my cheeks. I would wake up crying, so homesick I could die. So when Hallee and I moved back to Maine in November of 1999, it was nirvana, balm to a parched, sun withered soul.
So even though we haven’t gotten as much snow as the
Doomsday Is Here You’re All Going To Die forecasters said we were going to get, we still got a good bit, about 9 or 10 inches so far. Which meant that Mark got his fondest wish…to use his new snow blower for the first time. He was like a little kid at Christmas.
There was some getting used to how to do the best job, and how to avoid the snow tsunami tossed at him by the wind.
And then the obligatory city plow came. Because you and I both know damned well that you aren’t going to spend an hour on your driveway and get off scott-free. You will pay the big, orange piper.
I did run out and give the driver some of the blueberry muffins we made this morning as a thank you. They come out here to make sure the turn around for Hallee’s bus is cleared out. Mark’s like, “What up, woman? I’m out here blowing the driveway in freezing temperatures and screaming wind and the guy in the nice, warm truck gets muffins?” I will spoil him later. He wants tacos for dinner and they give me unbelievable heartburn. But because I love him, we will have freaking tacos. And Rolaids.
So it’s been an exciting morning here at our place. I think I am going to go make myself a cup of peppermint tea, take my book, my fat, useless cat and go read in bed. (she’s not useless, that’s a lie. Fat kitties make awesome heating pads.)