We knew it was coming… the weather man said it was… but still, we weren’t ready. And neither was Lucy. Well… last night, it came.
The white stuff
The cold, wet white stuff
On one hand, today marks the beginning of the most enjoyable yet aggravating season of the year. Winter provokes anxiety about driving conditions and delayed travel times. It means adding another 3 layers to every outfit and always trying to find that darn mysterious matching glove. And here, in Upstate NY… it means the typical overabundance of white stuff is on the way, and once it starts, it seems as if the end isn’t even in sight. In Syracuse, we average easily above a hundred inches of snow per year. That’s kind of a lot. As a matter of fact, according to City Top Lists, Syracuse is #1 for average annual snowfall. I’m not exactly sure if that is something to brag about or make me pack my bags and head south. Our winter usually lasts from Halloween to Easter (and sometimes until Mother’s Day… yeah… 2 years ago, we had snow on Mother’s Day… lots of snow). At first, the snow is usually very pretty on the ground and a welcome sight. After a month or two of hunting for your car in the grocery store parking lot every time you do your weekly shopping (because all car-size white blobs of snow look the same) and shoveling yourself out of your own house every morning when you are already running late for work… it gets old. Very… very old.
I wonder what was going through her head.