Anybody that knows me, knows that I LIVE for snowy weather! It's not really that I'm going to go play in it, rather than I just plain love the feeling that it brings. I love the way it gives you a reason to cuddle up on the couch with a biggole cup of coffee and your big fuzzy blanket to read a book or watch tv because you just flat can't leave the house to do anything. Even power outages aren't so bad so long as you are ready with a gas or kerosene heater (or some alternative form of heat). Power outages are a fantastic time for the family to huddle together and get to know each other again. It's a great time to play board games via candle light or listen to stories from when your parents/grandparents/other family members were younger. Sure, it's a bit nippy, but I think we've all gotten too spoiled and need to remember that there was a time when electricity was no more than a dream and people used blankets, fire places, heaters, and each other to get through the cold times. There's just that natural feeling that comes from situations like that, that are irreplaceable.I'm sitting here on my loveseat this evening thoroughly enjoying the hideous weather in Houston, TX. The wind is howling so loudly that I'm afraid we may not have a roof by morning. It's a balmy 27 degrees (and dropping). The only problem with this is that where I come from, weather like this is always accompanied by snow. In Houston, there is this constant layer of "wet" (aka overly excessive amounts of humidity) lingering all over the place, and it takes your super cold day and turns it into a "dear God what the hell have I walked out into" kind of day. The wind is blowing so hard that the "wet" completely bypasses your skin and directly high-fives your bones, leaving you virtually unable to move.
Up North, in my hometown in Missouri, they have gotten over 24 inches of snow today! (My family has been keeping me updated with videos and pictures. All of which are making me extremely homesick, but I love them nonetheless.) This is the way it should be. You wake up, see the snow, and instantly know that you are going to need your thermal underwear and ice scraper if you dare to leave the warmth of your house. You feel the cold wind, see the blanket of white outside, drink your coffee, sip from your bowl of soup, and all is right with the world. Not like in Houston, where you go to bed and sweat your buns off because it's almost 70 degrees outside, then you wake up in a state of convulsing frozenness because you had no idea that it was possible to go from 70 degrees down to 20 in just a few hours.
I guess what I'm trying to say is... You can't build a snowman out of freezing wind, so if it's going to be cold, at least let there be snow to go along with it. That way you can at least build a snowman, sit back and enjoy the beautiful scenery, and enjoy some good-old-fashioned-family-time.
