honestly

Okay. It snowed. And it wasn’t the pretty stuff that delights us at first. It was wet and cold and messy. So what?

I’ve already described my distaste for weather conversations. But here I am again… lamenting weather conversations. Well, specifically, weather complaints. I live in New England for Christ’s sake. I expect to be thrown off guard with Mother Nature’s spastic wrath, but then feel the bliss of her bi-polar rapture two days later. She never stays angry with us for long. She heals herself. And she doesn’t give a crap about what we say to protest it. 

Last night, all I could think about was the combination of rain and freezing temperatures. How quickly our memories wipe clean of the fact that last December there was a devastating ice storm. Awful. And yet as destructive as that was… it wasn’t the worst thing that happened at the hands of Mother Nature this year.

Sometimes I’m so glad I live in New England, where I can be amongst the history, the liberalism, the beautiful colored leaves. But sometimes I think we really have no clue. Sure we get snow and rain and ice. But we don’t have hurricanes and tornadoes all that often. And when we do, it isn’t anything close to what they experience in other parts of this country. We don’t have fires that go on for days and days and require us to wear a mask to breathe. We don’t have temperatures that plummet to double digits below zero. We don’t have earthquakes that rattle the ocean and drown our cities.

Honestly, it was just a little snow.