The further and continuing adventures of the girl who sat in the back of your homeroom, reading and daydreaming.
Sunday, November 30, 2025
It Is True
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.
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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I don't mind the -very- occasional visit, but wouldn't want to live there.
ReplyDeleteRoberta, yer not alone.
ReplyDeleteWe 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.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDelete