Snow Day

As my neighbor just said to me as I trudged into the house, I thought this was pretty much behind us.

We have a snow day at work. I didn't know, but rather than check first I decided to go in anyway, because I have work to do. But when I got there, I could see there was a chance my car would get stuck going into the lot. Having had a similar experience at home recently, I got disgusted and decided to go home.

When I got home, I found that I couldn't get into my driveway. (My snow plow guy has apparently decided to take a snow day too.) I tried to park on the street, but I was unable to do that. Feeling as though I was out of options, I parked in a major lot about a half-mile from here, and walked home. (I realize this is contradictory in some ways from what I did at work, but there are differences which I won't go into now.

Here's my main point: I hate inter. I hate the snow, and I hate the ice. I especially hate driving in wintry conditions.

There's really no reason for me to be in this part of the country, except for the ties that I have here. My dad pretty much felt the same way. He once told me that if he were going to move to a warmer climate, the time to do it would have been after he got his social work degree at SASS (of CWRU). Me too. Not SASS, but after I graduated from college. The fact is, I thought about it before and at that time, but it would have been a Herculean task for me, given the circumstances, which were that I was very shy at that time. (I found out later that I had what is now called Social Anxiety Disorder, which I don't think had even been discovered yet.)

Well, then again, if dad had moved, he wouldn't have met mom (and to quote Edith Bunker, "and Gloria would have looked different"). Had I moved, there are things that wouldn't have happened.

Still, I think about moving, although I doubt I will, at least for a long time. There are too many things that tie me here that are very important to me.

I have always liked two of the seasons. And in more recent years, I have come to appreciate fall, once I am able to put aside the fact that it reminds me that winter is coming. But to me, about the only redeeming value that winter has is that if you leave something with mayonnaise in your car overnight, it might still be safe to eat.

One person I know told me he adapted to winter by learning how to ski. Well, the metal pin in my shoukler has an issue with that. Actually, the more important thing is that I didn't like skiing before I got hurt (in 1980). As a rule, I don't at all like to feel as if I am not in control of my feet. That goes for ice skating and roller skating, as well as other things. And even if I liked skiing, that wouldn't make up for the driving. So either I am stuck, or I will move. Maybe someday...