kittenmmm's blog post - It's a love-hate relationship

Seems like everyone I know is talking about snow. Oh, it's beautiful....I love the cold....isn't it great?....I can't wait.

Now don't get me wrong, snow is pretty and there's nothing quite like walking in a snow storm when it's falling all big and fat and fluffy and it's quiet and still. It's like magic. But then you wake up in the morning....and there it is. And it's managed to coalesce into a wet sticky mass that you now have to shovel.

If you live in an apartment (or flat for our european friends) and your property is managed by others, maybe you hold a different view. However, when you own your own place, pay property taxes and have to get to work in the morning, it no longer holds the dreamy quality it had in your youth. Especially after the town has gone by, plowed several times and left a 2 foot embankmant of chunky snow ice, that can be neither snowblown or driven through, at the end of your driveway.

I suppose after almost 40 years of dealing with the sticky white stuff I've become somewhat jaded. I don't like cold to begin with and although the pretty picture of a newly fallen snow is appealing, a day later it just looks like muddy, disgusting debris on the side of the road and I'd just as soon it were gone.

So...yes, I love that new fallen snow and the magic of it's arrival but I hate everything that follows it. Good for all of you who are revelling in its pristine glory but I'll take my 90 degree days anyday - no chills, less clothes and I don't have to shovel rain.

not ready to shovel
kitt xxx