"It better not snow on Saturday. I'm not kidding."
A statement like this always puzzles me. Hearing somebody talk about the snow as if it's a bill collector that they can avoid or punch in the face.
"I've had it with the snow. I'm done."
An unhealthy relationship they can end.
"When is this snow going to stop? Enough is enough."
Taxation. A full inbox. A nagging mother.
When did we start feeling like we have control over the weather?
I was reading in the newspaper the other day that my town had exhausted its snow budget for the year.
How does one even come up with a snow budget?
Isn't a snow storm or a blizzard still considered a force of nature? Do towns have tornado budgets or earthquake budgets or a-pack-of-wild-elephants-might-run-through-town budgets?
So how can you plan on how many times the snow is allowed to come, let alone how much of it?
Schools in my area are now saying that we cannot have any more snow days.
That's right, they're using the word "cannot."
As if anybody has any say in that.
As if somewhere there's a deity responsible for snow, and he or she is listening to a superintendent in Rhode Island going "Ohhh, okay. I guess I can't make it snow anymore. Well, I had a good run there for awhile."
I don't complain about the snow. Admittedly, I'm in the minority of people who enjoy a good snow storm, but even if I didn't, I'd still consider it a fact of life--not something that can be modified by people.
To me, complaining about snow is like complaining about aging or death.
"I'm telling you something. I better not get any older this year! I've had enough!"
Ultimately, it seems to me like the best thing to do is just laugh it off, and go have a snowball fight.
After all, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em.
A statement like this always puzzles me. Hearing somebody talk about the snow as if it's a bill collector that they can avoid or punch in the face.
"I've had it with the snow. I'm done."
An unhealthy relationship they can end.
"When is this snow going to stop? Enough is enough."
Taxation. A full inbox. A nagging mother.
When did we start feeling like we have control over the weather?
I was reading in the newspaper the other day that my town had exhausted its snow budget for the year.
How does one even come up with a snow budget?
Isn't a snow storm or a blizzard still considered a force of nature? Do towns have tornado budgets or earthquake budgets or a-pack-of-wild-elephants-might-run-through-town budgets?
So how can you plan on how many times the snow is allowed to come, let alone how much of it?
Schools in my area are now saying that we cannot have any more snow days.
That's right, they're using the word "cannot."
As if anybody has any say in that.
As if somewhere there's a deity responsible for snow, and he or she is listening to a superintendent in Rhode Island going "Ohhh, okay. I guess I can't make it snow anymore. Well, I had a good run there for awhile."
I don't complain about the snow. Admittedly, I'm in the minority of people who enjoy a good snow storm, but even if I didn't, I'd still consider it a fact of life--not something that can be modified by people.
To me, complaining about snow is like complaining about aging or death.
"I'm telling you something. I better not get any older this year! I've had enough!"
Ultimately, it seems to me like the best thing to do is just laugh it off, and go have a snowball fight.
After all, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em.
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