Snow, it’s time to go
I very much dislike snow.
Now, I say this at the end of February with the understanding that if today was the beginning of December, I’d be singing a different tune. Because yea, sure—at the beginning of this winter I thought, “Oh, this really isn’t bad. I can handle it. Piece of cake.”
I was wrong. It was not easy. And it was not a piece of cake. It is the end of February, and I fucking hate snow.
My reason for this blog post is because of the stress I’ve induced today. It really wasn’t bad, actually. In fact, it hasn’t even snowed… Yet.
You see, we had more than five inches of snow hit us on the very first weekend of December. Oh, it was so pretty, and I was so excited. I felt prepared and ready. I was actually praying for snow so that I may send out my Christmas cards with pictures of my boyfriend and me in the snow.
And we got it, fast. That was the night I slid into another person’s garage when trying to take a curve on the way to my boyfriend’s house. It was scary how fast the snow was coming down and sticking to the road. I will never forget that feeling of “Oh shit, fuck! Fuck, FUCK!”
The snow hit faster than Rayce and I had ever seen! But, luckily it came on a Friday night, and we just staying in all weekend, gawking in amazement. Then we took our Christmas card picture with the beautiful white snow behind us. Sha. We were so naïve.
Then it snowed twice a week for the next two months. I mean, I was actually able to come home once during the week and every weekend (thank God, because I may have lost my sanity), but it has definitely been a pain in the ass. It’d be like two to six inches every week.
Now take in mind, last winter really wasn’t that bad. It was hella-cold, but it snowed like once every two weeks. Psh, that was nothing compared to this.
And then… Oh, the doozy happened. Snowpocalypse 2011 hit Illinois on the first few days of February. I mean when Jim Cantore from the Weather Channel is about an hour away from you, you know it’s going to get bad. I covered the blizzard for the newspaper I work for, reported from home, took photos around my neighborhood. All that jazz. It was fun, looking back on it.And then it hasn’t snowed since. The two feet of snow that accumulated in a few hours took three weeks to melt and dissipate. And this evening called for five inches of snow.
This five inches of snow stressed me out because I had an evening interview, which was supposed to be right when the snow would hit. So the thought of being on the road right when the snow starts to stick reminded me of my “Oh shit, fuck! Fuck, FUCK!” incident.
But, low and fucking behold, it still hasn’t snowed.
That’s another thing I hate about snow, besides it just being a big fucking mess—It’s sneaky. You don’t hear it when it’s falling. It makes everything very quiet outside. Cars are muted (mostly because they’re going slower), people are quiet (b/c they’re cold and need to indoors), and the birds and insects aren’t out. So, everything just goes eerily quiet.
It’s pretty to watch snow fall, just as long as you don’t have to go very far (in a little car with “all season tires,” like mine). Because it's not fun.
So because it’s the end of February (two blizzards, thunder snow and countless snow showers later) and I haven’t seen the sun in four days, I can honestly say that I’m ready for winter to be over. Wake me when it’s April.
***Photos by me
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