Day Fifty-Nine: No More Snow

As is typical nowadays, Mother Nature is planning to dump a foot or so of snow in my area tonight through Friday (when you'll be reading this, it will have been snowing for over twelve hours, and will continue snowing for about another four or five hours). And I have gotten to the point in this long, long winter that I simply could not care any less about snow this year.

Let me preface by saying to anyone who reads this who DOESN'T live in my state (which is probably no one) that I don't live in a place where snow is expected with winter, like Utah or North Dakota. Here, we don't wear parkas in ten-below zero weather out to work everyday like it's nothing. Here, the lowest it gets in temperature during the day is somewhere in the twenties in the dead of winter, like January or parts of February. It snows a few times a year, and usually we get one or two good snows of six-inches to a foot. But not this year. This year, we've gotten two huge snowstorms, back-to-back, and another storm of about six inches, I think. And tonight, it's going to snow another foot.

I've already felt the childlike magic and the giddiness that comes with a nice snowstorm. I've had two snow days off from work (one of them was a personal day, unfortunately). I've watched my dogs play in the snow, I've shoveled out my car and other people's cars, and I've shoveled the driveway and the deck. I've made snowballs. Now, I just don't care anymore.

No, I don't care that it's going to snow. I'm not mad, because that would be completely pointless and counterproductive, given that I can do absolutely nothing about the weather. But on a very basic level, I don't care about the snow. I am not acknowledging the snow. In my mind, it isn't going to snow at all until it's actually snowing and I'm driving in it. I am refusing to let the snow win and take another personal day. And on the very slim chance that the office decides to close early tomorrow because heavy, angry, windy snow will have been accumulating for about twelve hours at that point, I won't be happy, even if I get a free half-day off.

Why, you ask? Because I will have NOTHING to do. There's nothing cozy and fun about being snowed in anymore this year. Now, it's just annoying. It's like being on house arrest, where my only options are knitting a scarf I don't need, re-reading a book I've already read, doing my laundry, watching whatever TV my dad is watching at the time, or taking a nap. But then again, I suppose I could actually do something artsy, which, in turn, might be the world's way of getting me to start being more creative.

But tomorrow, it's me versus the snow. And I'm prepared to win.