Well, sad to say, welcome to winter.
Looks like there's nothing we can do about it this time around.
Although as I’m writing this I have
no idea what the final snow total will be (so far an inch or so on the ground and Marquette schools, for some strange reason, closed), I’m guessing (based on
the predictions of Brad Rogers, Harbinger of Doom) that many of you
throughout the U.P. are staring at over a foot of the white stuff.
Cheer up, though; after all, it’ll only be around for, oh, the next
5 or six months.
8-)
Five months. And before you think I’m
kidding, you know I’m not. After all, we've had many years where
we've had snow in the middle of May. And if you add five months to
today, you know what you get?
Yup. The middle of May, 2017.
So how am I gonna survive five months
of stir-crazy cabin fever? I have no idea; hopefully, I won’t end
up standing out in the street naked yelling at the snow gods for
making my life miserable (although that WOULD be a neat way for me to
get into the Police Log, wouldn’t it?). I guess that over the next
five months, I just hafta adjust my lifestyle. I won’t be able to
spend as much time outdoors, I won’t be wandering around the area
taking as many pictures, and I won’t be wearing shorts very much.
Instead, I’ll sit inside and read a little more. I’ll get
through some of the unwatched DVD and Blu-Rays that seem to pile up.
And I’ll check off events like Christmas, New Year’s, the Noque,
and Valentine’s Day, knowing that each event we go through means
we’re one little step closer to the return of green (or at least
brown) grass, sunshine, and sweat rolling down your back as you go
running without 14 pieces of clothing covering up your body.
Yes, I know I’m a walking oxymoron.
Yes, I know that for someone who was born in the U.P. I shouldn’t
complain about winter, I should instead celebrate it. It’s just
that, you know, it’s winter.
And it’s here for the foreseeable
future.
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