Entertaining on the heels of the last one…

This is my 5th winter in the South. It’s also the first year that I’ve actually been homesick for a Midwestern winter. My mother, who lives about 2 hours north of you, called yesterday afternoon when the snow started falling. I nearly envy you both enough to cry. Blech.

You’re not in Hawaii any longer Dorothy.

Snow’s not bad if you live someplace that knows how to handle it. If you don’t, you’re schtupped up the tuchus!

I’m from the Willamette Valley in Oregon, and we get snow down here on the valley floor about once a year, and rarely more than an inch or two.

About five years ago, I was working with a guy who was in his fifties and had lived for his entire life in Maine (he & his wife decided to move “some place warm”…ergo…Oregon…?). One morning, we had had about an inch of snowfall overnight, and he & I were opening the office, answering the phones, and getting things generally ready. After about the fifth phone call from a coworker asking “how the roads are” and wondering if it was worth it to come to work, he looked over at me and says, “Man, I’ve never seen anything like this. You people get more freaked out about an inch of snow than anybody else I’ve ever run into.”

I, realizing that his frame of reference was a bit different than mine, replied, “Well, that’s cause we never get it here. I’ll bet you’ve never seen anything like Oregonians driving in the rain, though, have you?”

We got between 10-12 inches today… it was way more than I realized. I figured it was about 6 inches until I went out to get the mail and realized the snow was coming up to my knees.

It’s not how many inches you get; it’s how long it lasts.

I don’t miss that one bit. I miss how it looks from inside the house, but that’s about it.