I Thought We Might Actually Escape This Year...HA!!

Holy shit, did it ever snow here!

SNOW... Shit-No-One-Wants...SNOW.

Well that's not exactly true. There are those strange folk who absolutely love the stuff, I might even know a few of them, but what absolute weirdos they are.

I'll hand it to them, snow is beautiful while it's falling. The noise of the city is muffled and all the sharp edges are smoothed by the fluffy white drifts. The absence of street traffic allows people to walk down the middle of the road, which on First, Second and Third Avenues is a strange sight indeed. And oh yeah, I can't help but enjoy watching someone suffer the indignity of falling on their faces. We're all evil that way.

But once it's stopped, once the traffic has returned and tree branches have shaken off the dusting, it all becomes slush. Brown and black dirty slush. Cold brown and black dirty slush. There's nothing worse than waddling on a half-shoveled sidewalk with wet socks, praying that the snow would melt so you could take a full stride again.

Maybe some of my bitterness comes from all the shoveling and mopping up I've done throughout my life. My back begins to ache at the very thought of it. Sure, it looks light and fluffy until you try to push it out of the way...then suddenly it's as heavy as lead. And when it melts, it expands. A small snowball can cover the entire first floor of your house in water after it melts.

But for now it's cozy, and at least I don't have a car to shovel free (I think snow plows work hand in hand with the meter maids).