It snowed for three straight days here.
I know…you’re from some part of the world where that’s
nothing. You make snow igloos that are
as big as your house. For six months of
the year you don’t know if you have grass on your property or blacktop.
Of course, you’d be
facebooking/tweeting/blogging/texting/talking about your weather phenomenon if
it hit 114 degrees next week. It’s all a
matter of perspective. They wouldn’t be
writing about that in the middle of Australia.
In Portland, we see real snow that lasts more than 24
hours about as much as you probably see people doing their taxes on paper using
a slide rule.
We usually get this light dusting that begins to melt as
soon as it stops snowing.
Don’t get me wrong, we’re not like Honolulu or Los Angeles seeing snow. We can drive an hour from Portland and see all the snow in the world. Mt Hood has the only summer skiing in the USA for a reason. Crater Lake Oregon averages something like 600-700 inches per year. Holy snowflakes, batman, that’s a lot of freakin’ snow.
And when there is snow here, the city shuts down. Every channel sends their flunkies out onto
the streets to cover the “blizzard”. I
guess that’s journalism hazing; a long standing tradition.
They’ll cover nothing else during the news. But the reality is, that’s all I want to
watch when it snows here anyway. They
add in something like news of a meteor on its way to end the world or the
discovery of miniature unicorns that excrete gold and I flip the channel
because all I want to watch is snow.
As the wifey-poo says, “Snow…it’s so pretty”…turn off
that other stuff, I want to hear more about how much snow there will be. I want to watch it out the window.
That all works when it snows and then clears off 24 hours
later. On those rare years that it
actually dumps for more than one day, I realize what nearly everyone else that
has to live with a lot of snow knows: It
gets old very quickly.
Yep, shut in the house for three days, I’m already over
the romance of snow. My favorite take
out Thai restaurant is closed. Getting
to the store isn’t an option. It’s not
that I can’t get there, it’s that they’re out of everything I want because
everyone else thought it was the end of the world, panicked, and bought out all
the essentials. Of course, none of the
resupply trucks can make it in because these are the same people stranded on
the roadways trying to get back home.
It’s a vicious cycle…
So, we’re tired of TV, card games and snow shoeing. Turns out you can actually only have so much
sex in a day unless you’re under 25. We
get an A for effort though. Yes, snow
just makes me go stir crazy if it lasts beyond 48 hours; I'm not used to it.
Guess I’m just the endless summer kind of person….I’m okay with that.
6 comments:
Heh, heh...wanna borrow my snow shovel, VE? Here in New England 1-4 inches is a "dusting"; 6-12 is a minor annoyance. 12-18 inches and the lines for milk & bread at the local super-market get pretty long. Over 18 & we just stay inside & wait it out :P I'm used to storms that drop over 30" at a time, though...
I saw Portland's unusual whiteness on the news. What a mess! We aren't use to those kind of storms, either. Your snow looked to be very wet, just like good 'ole' Mt. Bachelor.
I think there will be many babies born in this country next fall.
yikes mini gnome...someone better save him....we are supposed to start snowing tomorrow and on til thursday...a nor'easter....we will see.....
subby - I do NOT have a snow shovel. We were in the 6-12 minor annoyance zone I guess. The gnomes were annoyed a bit more than that...
reforminggeek - I saw we made national news. Must have been a slow day nationally...
brian - Guess ours was a nor'wester...and mini gnome was saved but quite put out!
It was cold here, too. Had to close my driver's side car window half way up because it was down to 65F. Almost had to wear a long sleeve Hawaiian shirt. Brutal.
I pity you poor bastards. I really do.
tackyraccoons - 65? How did you even bear it? Of course, call me after the next hurricane...I have a hammer...
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