Wednesday, November 5, 2008
You Have Got To Be Kidding Me
It's almost two in the afternoon. I just took this picture from my front porch. Believe me when I tell you that this morning, there was a lot more.
You're kidding me, right? I give you a compliment on my blog, I tell you how much I like your fall, and then you behave like a defiant little two-year-old and you turn fall into winter. Trust me, I know two-year-olds and that is exactly how you are behaving. If you don't wise up, I promise that I will stop talking nice about you. Oh it's not that I didn't enjoy many of the snowy days last winter. It's not even that I didn't like having a white Christmas because (gasp!) I did. But I most certainly did not like having snow from the day I moved until the 1st of May. And I am not entertaining the idea of having snow from November until May this year. I don't care if this is just what you do. It's unacceptable behavior. If this is the way you feel you need to behave, pack up and head to Anchorage. Or Iceland. Oh sure, I'm not the premier voice on the four seasons but I'm fairly certain that they should be divided evenly between the twelve months of the year. If you are choosing to enter into an agreement with winter, let it be stated that the arrangement will be terminated on February 5, 2009. If you'd like to snow into March, you'd probably better back off. It's not that I don't think you're attractive--beautiful, even--because I do. It's just that I went through a very painful separation from sunny, 78 degree, San Diego weather. You went and waved these gorgeous fall days in my face and I feel as though you pulled off the bait and switch quite well. Kudos to you, Utah, for bathing me in autumn and then throwing snowballs at me. I will wait here for your apology.