My Dad made an observation on Facebook after I posted yet another gripe about the constant snow around here.
I shared the photo above, one I took as a passenger since Martin drove me to work. Folks seemed to be extra cautious this morning. Of course, there was typical morning volume, but visibility was an issue, and those overpasses froze up pretty fast. Lots of police officers and some salt trucks were out. The reports were saying it was going to be clear today with flurries (a dusting!) beginning tomorrow.
This was a real surprise.
So I posted, and complained.
“Julie,” he posted, “I think you are turning into me. A snow-o-phob.”
This is the man who refuses to go out and drive if there is any chance of snow. It’s family folklore, the time he saw a single snowflake on his windshield and decided to drive Martin to the airport eight hours before Martin’s flight because my Dad didn’t want to risk being on the roads when it snowed.
His paranoia about snow isn’t completely unfounded. When I was about 10 years old, he was in a serious car wreck after sliding into the wall of an overpass during a snow storm. For more than 30 years, he worked as an Air Force safety inspector, and saw plenty of incident reports and accident scenes involving winter conditions.
He doesn’t like snow.
And to have him call me out is pretty amusing.
Let me state for the record: I’m not afraid of snow.
I’m just sick of the snow.
I’m not kidding – Miss C and I have not had a normal week of work and school days since mid-December. Every single week, we’ve either had a snow delay or snow day at least once. There hasn’t been an ordinary Monday through Friday week since before Christmas.
And while snow is gorgeous and an expected product of winter, I’m saying uncle on behalf of the family.
We took pictures. We shoveled. We salted. We played. We sledded. We cautiously drove on icy neighborhood streets.
We watched movie marathons. We built pillow castles. We went through every cocoa packet in the house.
We pushed our dining room table against the wall so the kids could run circles around the first floor of our house. We burned off energy with competitive dance competitions in the family room.
We called into meetings. We burned the midnight oil on house projects.
We never lost power and warmth, for which I’m extremely grateful, but we do get a bit claustrophobic under all that white stuff.
We miss grass, the sun, and open windows.
We miss our routine.
We’re done with the snow.
It can be spring now.
I promised Lori that I would get a picture of Ashley on the first day at her new job at the State Department. So here it is! Taken after she got home Monday and after she raced into her room to change into the after-hours uniform of most DC commuters: sweatpants. Sure sign that it was a long and exhausting day. But obviously, a good day, too!