Being a desert rat at heart, I don’t like snow. I don’t like it because it traps me at my house. I’m not delusional enough to think I can handle driving in the snow. I can barely drive when it’s not snowing so when it covers the road I become terrified of actually getting in my car and driving. Part of that fear comes from other drivers on the road who are delusional enough to think they know how to drive in snow. Seattle drivers are terrible, just awful, so add snow and it’s an absolute disaster.
The thing that’s irritating me the most is Facebook. People keep talking about cabin fever. Seriously folks? It’s not as if we’re snowed in. Our doors open freely and you can leave your house. Sure, if you can’t drive, you can easily get bundled up and walk somewhere. I saw plenty of bars that were still open and I’m sure grocery stores were open as well. It was what, a couple of days? We’re not trapped in our homes for weeks on end, it wasn’t even a full week of actual snow. I bundled up my two and half year old several times to get us out of the house. I felt confident enough to drive on Sunday, Monday and Tuesday. It wasn’t until Wednesday that it felt like Jack and I were stuck at home. And even then it wasn’t so horrible to walk up and down the street a few times. If my two year old can stand the chill outside certainly a grown up could. Besides when we came back in the house it actually felt warm for a change.
I prefer being too warm to being too cold. So when it snows my icebox of a house gets even colder. I’m bundled up in long underwear, sweats, long sleeved shirt, sweatshirt and parka all while huddled under a blanket. Alright…I may be exaggerating a bit here…but my house does get cold. Jack’s little feet turn to ice cubes no matter how many layers of socks and slippers he’s wearing.
All that being said, there are two things I like about the snow. I love how much it fascinates Jack. All he wanted to do after breakfast was go out and walk in the snow. He kept taking handfuls of the stuff and saying “I throw.” It was adorable to watch him brush the snow off a plant only to be delighted by the fact that it was covered again by the intricate, tiny snowflakes.
The other thing I like about the snow is that it is so very peaceful. It turns Seattle, to a silent wonderland. Even if it’s just a bit of snow, once things are covered the world seems a little brighter, a little more pure. The world seems innocent and I like that.
But those are the only things I like about the snow, otherwise I’m going to be a humbug about it.