I am waiting for “snow fatigue” to be included in the DSM-IV so I can collect disability.
“Snow fatigue” is Cabin Fever’s lesser know cousin. The more the news people talk about it, the more I want to punch them in the face. Ironically, I would blame “snow fatigue” for the outburst.
Only some icy slush to mess with today but we still have plenty of snow on the ground from our December 26th blizzard that left 24 inches/2 feet and the weekly storms that followed. I think they should start giving these storms names like hurricanes, except we should only give them ugly names.
I am trying to recall the joy and excitement of that 24 inches of snow back in December, but nothing is coming to me.
We have about 4 feet of snow accumulated in our yard from each of the “snow events” since that day-after-Christmas blast. If you dig out there you should find strata like in the Grand Canyon. There were a couple of 3-6 inch snows but then we had one that was a foot and last week we got over 15 inches. All stacked up and shrunk.
What’s really crazy are the mounds of snow left by the plows. At each intersection in our town, and pulling out of drives, you can’t see very well because of 4-5 feet high mounds of snow blocking the view. Large stores like Wal-Mart, etc. have huge mounds of dirty snow two stories high. If you squint, you can pretend you are in the Himalayans.
Parking spaces are hard to find because the public lots have mounds in a few spots and the streets have too much snow. Our town finally plowed some snow along the main streets so you could park without blocking traffic. Many streets are practically single lane, which leads to more than a few lost sideview mirrors.
We have canceled one Sunday evening service, last Wednesday’s Bible Study and tonight doesn’t look good.
Then there’s the shoveling. The plowing. The blowing of snow. The spreading of rock salt. Then starting all over again each week. I usually come in drenched with sweat although I have learned not to overdress. Then I shower, but usually have to go back out at least a second time. I have to alternate gloves because they get so wet.
At least I am getting some exercise.
I used to love snow. Now…not so much.
Ready for the bugs, allergies, and mowing of Spring to get here. I am ready to move on.