I've had the flu for the last couple of days, but am feeling better (thank you for asking). I've spent a great deal of time on the couch, and thank goodness for my laptop, because it's kept me in touch with the rest of the world via Facebook and Twitter. A large part of Twitter conversations this evening were related to the giant snowstorm currently sweeping across the eastern part of the U.S.
Outside my nice, toasty warm family room, I can hear the howling wind and can see the snow that has been blown and attached itself to the windows. Romie announced earlier when he went out to tend to some of the outside kitties that the snow was blowing straight sideways from the northeast. That's never good.
Yes, you heard me correctly. More snow, I say! Only a northerner would say something like that although there are those of us that don't want it anytime. I just don't happen to be one of them.
When it comes to the middle of winter and you're bored with the weather, you'll welcome what I call a "weather event." If we're going to get snow anyway, don't give us just enough to dust the surface. Size matters! Give us just enough to keep people home, but not enough that anyone gets stranded. I don't wish harm from a storm on anyone.
I can remember the days when I was in elementary and high school and snow was predicted for the next school day. I'd go to bed wishing and praying for enough snow that school would be canceled. I'm a few years older now and I still find myself wishing for lots of snow, even though it has the potential to cause me more problems than it's worth. In some ways we just never grow up.
So while my logical brain says lots of snow isn't a good thing and certainly not something to wish for, my heart has a special place for it that likes a visit now and then.