I don't usually suffer from the winter SAD's. Even when I lived upstate--where the bleakness of March causes even the normally cheery to contemplate hanging the rigging from the rafters. But not me. I was usually more saddened by the heating bill than the dark skies and piles of snow outside. But man do people hate snow. Yesterday, right as the first flakes were falling, I ran into the (super excellent, most friendly) pizza shop owner downstairs when he stepped out for a smoke. "Here it comes." he said, face upturned. "We're supposed to get a foot or something. The storm of the season."
"I know, " I beamed. "Isn't it great?"
"Great? You don't own your house do you?" he asked.
"No."
"Or a business." He added.
"No."
"That you have to get up three hours early to shovel down to the pavement, AFTER you finish the mother-in-law's place next door."
"Um...damn. Sorry."
He smiled, warmly. "Well YOU enjoy your snow storm anyway."
"You t...I mean, sorry about the, um...I will."
It goes that way for me often. The snow, the rain. I'm all delighted when the weather is active in some way, at its movement, while everyone else is in a blue funk. The pup and I took a nice long walk in the fluff this morning and had each passerby and sour-pussed shoveler scowl at our felicity. But I've owned a house, and I've owned a car, and I've had to get up early to begin the archeological dig necessary to even FIND your car underneath five feet of Lake Ontario snow. Yeah, it's a pain in the ass. But it's not the snow's fault. Jeeze. Bunch'a dirty snow haters.
Posted by Antigeist at March 1, 2005 10:57 AM