It’s Sunday, which makes it a good time for a confession. The thing is, there is a part of me that wishes we were still in Maine right now. Not that I love 20-below temps, but I miss a “paralyzing, life-threatening blizzard” every once in a while. To misquote Curt Schilling, there’s nothing like seeing nature get a million New Yorkers to shut up (their doors and windows).
I realize that it’s not all fun and games (and hell to pay for when you finally have to dig out), but it was nice to get a break from the rat race of life two or three times a year. As long as the power didn’t go out, you’ve got your hot chocolate, your TV and computer, and your board games that sit behind the “break in case of emergency” glass. Better still, no school or work… unless, of course, you’re from Maine and you didn’t get the legal minimum snowfall to qualify for a cancellation from one or the other (which is about 3 feet, as I recall).
Enjoy your life-threatening blast of nature’s fury, y’all.