I am not even sure when I will be able to post this
blog—that’s how bad the weather has been.
People are fond of saying that the summers are
warmer, and that the years are heating up until the point that the polar ice
caps will melt and we will all need snorkels.
I can’t find any evidence of such an occurrence. This is undoubtedly the
worst winter I can remember in the past twenty years. In the winters of 1993 and 1994 I can
remember missing plenty of school due to the snow. Even the interstates were shut down due to
the inclement weather and poor conditions.
While we have yet to experience (thankfully) the two-foot blizzards of
snow of my childhood, this winter has been interminable. It got an early start, snowing before
Thanksgiving and seldom letting up since.
Christmas was thankfully free of anything heavier than a dusting. Then the Arctic air swept down from above and
put us in an icebox. For most of January
it has been the same pattern: cold, snow, brutal cold, snow, more brutal cold,
more snow. I have never been so eager
for warm weather in my entire life. It
is difficult in these conditions to find the motivation to do anything. Lately I have been trying to keep busy but
there are only so many episodes of Dallas you can watch and only so many pages
of a book to read before your eyes get tired.
Whatever else has come to pass due to the cold weather, one truth
remains: I picked the absolute right
time to grow a beard.