The Bright Side of the Late-Winter Snowstorm
There might be a foot of snow coming. So says the friendly local meteorologist. And why not? They’ve been giving us bad news all winter: sub-zero temperatures, snow, ice, more sub-zero temperatures.
The time spent anticipating a winter storm is a unique sort of anxiety. It is a distinct fear of the known. I dread shoveling the walk (so many steps) in advance of the first flake. The dogs will have no place to potty and so I dread shoveling the yard. The school district is out of snow make up days, so any cancellations will prolong the school year further into June. There’s already been a report of “snow rage” on the news. We’re living on the edge and now another foot of snow!
I consider the possibilities, comparing the current impending doom to all of the snowstorms I’ve lived through before. It couldn’t be as bad as the Blizzard of ’93, right? Or the foot and a half in February of 2010? Or any of those other times we were snowed in for three days?
Probably not, but it’s not going to be pretty. (Except for how snow is quite pretty. In the beginning anyway.)
At times like these, it’s best to look on the bright side of things. Snow gear is deeply discounted here in the final days of winter. I picked up a new sled and a pair of snow stompers (snow shoes that make your footprints look like a giant prehistoric chicken) for $15. Buying these items today made me look like a Mom prepping for a weekend of outdoor fun rather that a cheapskate that made her daughter sled ride for an entire season on an ancient plastic dish with a hole slashed in the bottom. The snow is helping me hide who I really am!
Another good thing… Now that I think about it, the cheap sled is the only bright spot. The rest of it is bad. Really bad.
So look on the bright side: cheap sleds and giant chicken feet. It appears these are truly the only things standing between me and a case of the “snow rage.”