In other news:
Jan. 30th, 2010 04:19 amThe snow has arrived! It's falling! It's sticking to the ground!
I think one reason I wanted the snow to keep its promises, is I want to return to my childhood.
And squeeing at snow is a childhoodish thing to do.
*squee*.
I think one reason I wanted the snow to keep its promises, is I want to return to my childhood.
And squeeing at snow is a childhoodish thing to do.
*squee*.
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Date: 2010-01-30 09:07 pm (UTC)I never enjoyed snow as a kid because my parents were so stressed out by its arrival and the consequences. We frequently lost light/power and sometimes even water as well as not being able to drive any where. This year has been the first opportunity I've had to feel truly squeeful about ordinary everyday snow.
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Date: 2010-01-30 09:35 pm (UTC)You know, even though we lived in a more or less rural area, I don't think we ever lost electricity in a winter storm (for very long -- maybe an hour or two), until I'd already reached adulthood (or late adolescence). Mostly, deep snow just meant a day home from school, eating popcorn and drinking hot chocolate. And my parents joining in on riding the tobogan down the long, long hill on our property (my mother had a bright purple crash helmet). One blessing I'm grateful for is that I was raised by two parents who were more go-with-the-flow and be-cheerful than Be-stressed and panic.
I remember one year, though, in the 1980s, when we lost power (and thus water) for over a week. Couldn't open the fridge/freezer. Luckily, we had woodburning stoves, and a gas-powered kitchen stove/oven, so we could still eat hot food. And since we lived in the country, we could trust the snow was clean, so my parents filled a 20-galloon (iirc) steel tub with snow, brought it inside, and let it melt. We used that for washing dishes, and flushing toilets.
And boy, did it fascinate the cats! They'd never seen snow transform to water, before, because snow outside just seems to disapear. Whenever they'd go into the sunroom, where the tub was kept, they'd stare at it and sniff at it, with their whiskers twitching. :-)
Mostly, though, I've noticed since moving here that a winter without snow lessens the joyful impact of seeing the first green shoots of spring.