Although it didn’t affect me at all, I did keep my eyes on the news about last week’s blizzard, or #DavidSnowie as Slate readers voted to refer to it. On Sunday there was a plethora of social media posts about how wonderful the snow was now that the storm had passed….but I am convinced that is because it was Sunday and most people didn’t have to go or be anywhere. Sunday in Htown there was a clear blue sky and the temperature rose from a low of 35 to a high of 65. Hard to complain about a lack of snow.
I moved away from northern winters in 1983. Texas summers were a bear to get used to, but Texas winters grew on me very quickly. Yes, there is a part of me that misses the dramatic changes between the seasons, and I certainly don’t mind a snowy vacation, but I don’t think I could ever go back to living thru a full Chicago winter. Here’s 10 reasons why:
- Driving in snow and ice. It’s unsafe no matter how experienced you are. Sliding out of control, even at slow speed, is a terrifying experience.
- Foggy glasses blindness every time you come in from the cold.
- The constant overheating, stripping of layers…and I hated this before I was of hot flash age.
- Numb toes.
- Shoveling. Exercise is one thing, shoveling that wet, heavy snow is heart attack inducing.
- Cold, red, runny noses.
- Scraping off car windows.
- Icy walks. Also known as broken tailbones.
- Melting gray slush.
- Static-y, limp, straight, hat hair.
So enjoy the snow, my northern friends, and feel free to make a snowman on my behalf. I am happy to live my winter life vicariously thru others. Or in the words of one of my favorite tweeters: