Or at least it's true for me: the older I get, the less I like snow.
We've got a bit of it, and cold temperatures to go with it all week. The temperature will only occasionally take a quick look above freezing and then duck right back down.
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1 year ago
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I don't mind the -very- occasional visit, but wouldn't want to live there.
Roberta, yer not alone.
We got 12 inches dumped on us as a post-Thanksgiving treat. A heavy, wet, heavy, traffic-paralyzing, heavy treat with 30mph breezes. Forget visions of sugar plums, I had visions of sunny white sand beaches. Probably from overexertion and carbon monoxide. Yay, winter!
Although I clearly recall walking about 2 miles to a store to buy milk and paper napkins through more than a foot of snow (up hill, both ways) in the late 1960s so that I could have snow ice cream, I must admit that I now try to keep abreast of what's coming so that if there is any untoward weather in the offing I am prepared. Of course, I was not "going-on" age 88 back then and I found it fun. Not so much, anymore, although I still love being able to have snow ice cream. Our paltry skiff of snow, lately, did not allow it.
I haven't reached the snow-hating age yet, but after 25 years of California living I fervently hope I never have to drive on icy roads ever again. Whatever skills and experience I had for it has long evaporated.
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