Well, when I say “a couple,” I really mean several million.Â Here, I’ll give you a hint.Â Think cold.Â Think white.Â Think “coming through my skylight because the stupid thing isn’t sealed along the top.”Â Have you guessed it yet?Â Yeppers.Â Snow.
I remember a time when I really loved the snow.Â I would love going up to the Rhodes family cabin in Pinetop or the Elward family condo in Vail so that we could all play in the snow and get some good skiing in.Â What changed?Â Well, first I stopped skiing.Â I don’t really know why other than I remember it not being fun for me any more (and I actually know that part of the reason is because the ski boots I had bought were too small, so it actually became a painful experience for me).Â Next, Bama and Dee sold the Pinetop cabin right about at the same time that Gigi and Papa sold the Vail condo (I think), so there went regular access to said snow.Â After that, it pretty much was a case of every winter was spent in relatively warm climates . . . which I came to really really like.
Then came the winter of 2001/2002.Â I spent a good portion of that winter in Aberdeen, Scotland . . . a place which hadn’t had a major blizzard in over a century.Â Well, I say “hadn’t” because the one year that I was there they got more snow than any ten years combined.Â As an added bonus, most of it fell during the few days that my parents were in town visiting me!
Since then I haven’t been too fond of snow, especially since I had this really unfortunate tendency of slipping ever fifth step or so in Aberdeen.Â Talk about a sore butt.
So imagine if you would my displeasure this morning.Â I had gone to the gym (yay me!), come back, taken a shower, and was watching the news when I heard pitter-patter on my skylight.Â I’m kind of used to it, as it really does rain constantly, but then all of a sudden I saw something (somethings) out of the corner of my eye.Â For just a second I thought it was roof plaster and that it was REALLY raining hard.Â But then I looked behind me into the kitchen and saw the swirling white.Â It was amazing.Â There’s no way I can describe what I can normally see out of the kitchen of my flat, so you’ll have to get Mom and Dad to do their best, but suffice to say that there’s this sort of open space surrounded on three sides by buildings.Â Snow was cycloning through there in a sort of spiral.Â It was totally mesmerizing.Â I must have been caught up for five minutes watching it . . . right up until I felt the snow melting on the back of my neck!
I had forgotten about the snow coming in the skylight.Â I tried closing that little flap thingy (again, ask my folks), but it seems to be stuck open.Â All I could do was move everything out from under the skylight and put down some towels to catch the snow.Â It kinda worked.
So anyway, it snowed today.Â A lot.Â Then, oddly enough, the sun came out for what was left of the rest of the day.Â It was beautiful, and I made a point of going out there to soak up as much as I could in an attempt to dispel this damned SAD (thanks Aunt Buffy!).Â That’s all really.Â I’m glad it led to some sunshine eventually, but it was still REALLY COLD sunshine.Â I think I’ll stick with no precipitation, thank you!
“Now there’s some take delight in the carriages a rolling
and others take delight in the hurling and the bowling
but I take delight in the juice of the barley
and courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early”
~The Dubliners and The Pogues – “Whiskey in the Jar” (also performed by Thin Lizzy, Metallica, and pretty much every single Celtic and Renaissance Festival music group ever)