Our winter weather isn’t like it was last year. . .at least not so far. We still have some sixty days or so to go until it’s spring. At least we will have the predictions of the groundhog a week from Monday to boost our spirits (or deflate our hopes of seeing some relief from the crazy temperature shifts and pseudo polar vortexes) and make us believe that there really are four seasons every year.
Today it snowed and rained, making it difficult to clear sidewalks of heavy, water-laden stuff. I got my workout today, and my arms are tired. A doctor recently found a calcific density in one shoulder: he says I’ve probably had it all my life, but once it wakes up after half a century and introduces itself in the form of pain and misery, now I’ll always wonder about future pains and whether it’s just Mr. Calcific just reminding me, “Hey, I’m still here!” Not what you want to hear while shoveling snow.
I have a pair of favorite ugly shoes which I wear on snow days when boots are just too much and good shoes too stupid a choice. I’ve broken them out a few times this month. The important thing is to stay on one’s feet on pavements and in parking lots, especially when they become swimming pools by day and ice rinks at night.
We’re on the verge of another snow event this week. They seem to be coordinating their appearance with rush hour traffic this year. My thought is that weather reacts to population, so when we all head out the door at once to go to work or drop the kids off at school, the buildup of precipitation gathers where we are and joins the hectic pace. We’d rather they take public transportation.
Spring is destined to come. If we can just get through a few more weeks, we might beat the dire events of 2014 and say it was a good winter. Just keep the parkas and mittens on standby in the meantime.
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