This past month I’ve received comments and pictures from several friends in New England. The pictures show unprecedented amounts of snow - some literally up to the rooftops - and contain laments about the bitter cold. I’m very careful in my response since I certainly don’t want to gloat over another’s difficulties, but I must admit I’m especially glad to be where we are, here in southern California!
As I thought about their comments and marveled at the pictures of “snow mountains” [not mountains in the snow], I remembered my own times of living in the snow belt. I have to tell you some of those memories are good ones. One year when my sons were in grade school and middle school there was a gargantuan blizzard - so much snow that literally no one was out in their car. It was quite an adventure. We traveled a block to the neighborhood Greek restaurant - walking down the middle of the street. We met friends from a couple of blocks away who were also eating out and they invited us to their house for hot chocolate afterwards. It was quite amazing to walk through this winter wonderland and we all [adults and kids] enjoyed our outing. For the week following, schools were not in session [the school had a flat roof and there was no way to remove the snow. It was possible the roof couldn’t safely hold the extra weight, so for safety's sake, they had to wait it out], so the kids had a mid-winter vacation. The roads actually were plowed by the next day, so theoretically you could go about your business, that is you could if you could get your driveway plowed or your car wasn’t stuck in the snow that the plows had dumped on the sides of the street. And since there was no place to park, though you could get there, you couldn’t stop! And anyway half the stores and other places of business were closed. We all put lawn chairs by the curb when we finally dug our cars out so we would have a place to park when we came home. It was a great adventure and one I still remember somewhat fondly, many years later.
Of course I know this is nostalgia talking and it really wasn’t quite as much fun as I thought at the time. So even though I know that there are good memories of time in the snow, I’m very, very grateful that I live here at this point. Of course a large part of that gratitude is about the wonderful people in my life. I hope all of that is true for you too!
In the meantime, may you
Go shining, Karen