Oh The Weather Outside Is Frightful...
You know, I am a child of the South. I am used to having two or three snows each year and the coldest day getting all the way down to freezing, maybe. But, I have always hated three things about the South: June, July and August. 100 degree days? Not my style. I hate sweating. So in an effort to avoid perspiration, mosquitoes as big as my arm and always-frizzed out hair from the humidity, I moved to Ohio.
And was promptly greeted by winter.
You'd think after fifteen years in Ohio, I'd be used to winter by now. I'm not. I don't mind snow; having had relatively few snow days when I was a kid (except for the winter of 77-78 when we were out of school from before Thanksgiving until after Valentine's Day AND were still in school on the Fourth of July) I kind of like snow.
I do NOT like single digit temperatures. Not at all.
We had a little bit of snow last night--just enough to blanket the yards and cover the roads. It's so cold outside that salt doesn't melt the snow; it turns it into a big slick of ice. You'd think the road crews around here would be smart enough to realize that but--oh, no. They keep salting the ice and it freezes almost instantly. My husband is off in Columbus today doing his Micrsoft certification school and I am stuck here, watching an endless stream of salt trucks parade up and down the hill in front of the house, refreezing the ice slick that once was a road.
I could be a spectator sport. I could run a betting pool. Just think about it.
"Hey, Bob, what odds are you going to give me on how long it's going to take the road department to figure out the ice isn't working?"
"It's supposed to snow again Tuesday, right? Ummmm....I'll give you 3 to 1 odds they won't figure it out for a week."
"That's a little steep? You sure about that?"
"Yep. 3 to 1; seven days."
"Done. Here's my g-note. I'll be back in a week--provided the dogs are ready to get hooked up to the sled. Heck, I'll even buy you a beer; we can snowshoe to the Fairview."
You have to love sheer, dogged persistence in the face of meterological common sense.