One more month. One more week. One more day.
Those are the words that have been uttered by weather folks for what seems like an eternity, and yes, I am crabby about it.
I have now taken my unhappiness to a new level—personal.
I have convinced myself that it only snows on my property, and no one even notices.
Meteorologist Bill Kardas of Channel 2 Eye Witness News barely mentions Woodgate…he casually waves a hand or arm while stating, “a couple of flurries up north.”
It always turns into at least two inches of white crap—many times it’s more like six inches.
I have regressed into a two-year-old brat who cannot have my way and admittedly my temper tantrums are not pleasant.
Fortunately, my north country daughter, Amanda (many of you know her—she grooms your doggies at Feather and Boughs), and I headed south to Boston to visit birth daughter Jamie and her hubby Alex last weekend.
And BOOM, there it was…our first glimpse of Mother Earth in months and months.
Oh, she was lovely! Still quite brown and pretty squishy but the fact we could wear shoes instead of boots just warmed our hearts.
In addition to that happiness was a sunny, pleasant 55-degree day which only confirms my theory that the rest of the world is indeed enjoying the beginning of spring while I am drowning in piles of stupid snow.
At the risk of sounding like a selfish prig, I truly am thrilled for our local businesses. But I’m sick to death of the sound and smell of snowmobiles.
Each and every day I battle diligently to maintain a tiny bit of our back patio, where the roof dumps, of course.
My tools include the ice chopper, metal shovel, and snow shovel, in that order.
Painstakingly removing unforgiving ice chunks, inch by silly inch, is making me absolutely crazy, because each and every time I succeed along comes another “dusting” followed by yet another roof dump.
Maintaining a sense of humor at this time of year is incredibly challenging and I fear I’m becoming the biggest hater on the planet.
Angry at Florida (yup, the entire state) and all the folks down there—many of them my dear friends.
Mad as hell at meteorologists for saying the words I cannot listen to for one more minute “only one more day of cold.”
At least some of them have the good grace to appear sheepish, while others just spew it right out there with no thought at all for ME, the gal with the most snow in the north country.
I need sun. I need grass. I need my beloved Lucky Dogs.
I need a good belly laugh, although my weekend with the kids provided plenty of them.
And I need to let go of this anger before PR lets go of me. (Yeah, right.)
I’m pretty sure I cheered my hubby up by sharing a delightful quote with him, and now I’ll share it with you. It reads as follows:
“God promised men that good and obedient wives would be found in all corners of the earth. Then he made the earth round. And he laughed and laughed and laughed.”
That makes me smile…just a little. We’ll just have to wait and see if the promised meltdown this weekend manifests.
Quite frankly, I trust no one at this point and prefer to pout and whine until some progress is made.
Praying for mud just doesn’t seem like the act of an optimist but trust me, it’s so much better than what I’ve been praying for…God forgive me.