A conversation does not go by without some mention of the weather. I cannot believe I am actually going to talk about the weather in this blog. In fact with all my complaints this winter, I have some gratitude for the weather. Am I nuts? Perhaps, but hear me out. Just as winter was coming on the scene, I thought I might get a little P.T.S.D.ish consideration after last January’s record breaking massive snowfall. It was dreadful for some time after the hit. I staved off a freak-out telling myself, that we survived that and the likelihood of a repeat was minimal. Also, there was nothing in the Old Farmer’s Almanac predicting otherwise.
Winter arrived rather unceremoniously. Then January rolled in as the sun rolled out for most of the month. While there were so many gray, gloomy days, there was inconsequential snowfall and a short-lived polar vortex episode. Now, here we are about to mosey into March. You remember March – Mardi Gras, St. Patrick’s Day, Daylight Savings Time (please do away with time changes), Pi Day, the Ides of March, March Break, March Madness, but best of all March 20: the first day of Spring. Also, March 20 is the United Nations International Day of Happiness.
The point for me is that due to minimal snow and ice on the streets, minimal bitter cold, the usual worst months of winter have skated (no pun intended) by. Despite so few sunny days, I am very grateful for being able to wear street shoes most of these past several weeks with little worry for icy patches. Of course, as I say these things, Winter is not going quietly into that good night. It is making a ginormous ruckus as the month draws to a close, dragging that lion along with it. Nonetheless, it will still become March the day after tomorrow. And that means Hope and maybe more sunny days.
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