(I tried to post this all day yesterday, during what seemed to be a MONSOON. Our Internet and cable and phones were all completely out. Today it is beautiful and sunny and cold and I'm tempted to just say, "Never Mind!" Except, you know, I had to go run errands in that mess yesterday and I may be traumatized for life.)
So, last year was really our first winter here in New York and the season went out of its way to be ENCHANTING. I couldn't understand what all these people were talking about when they groused about the horrible weather and the ugly snow and the long, long, gray, soul-sucking winters. I found the snow CHARMING --light and fluffy and falling usually on the weekends so that my kids could have fun and exercise by sledding down our mammoth driveway.
Today, however, I get what these New Yorkers were talking about. Today when I woke up, the ground was covered in snow! YIPPEE! Except, dudes, what were those gusts of little rocks flinging themselves at my windows? Oh, that would be sleet. And really big gusts of windy rain.
This weather SUCKS.
Ana (not a teenager, although she plays one in real life) refused to show any enthusiasm for anything. Anything at all in this world, which is terrible and this weather, which is terrible, and school, which is terrible. Of course, as SHE was getting out of the car to walk into school, her umbrella blew inside out (it's one of the umbrellas we bought at the Tour de France which cost a small fortune and is utterly, utterly worthless. Except for the cute French writing on it.) thus completely reinforcing her mood. (Poor little one.)
But anyway, this brings up something that I've thought before but never really mentioned. Why is it that there are so few covered walkways here on Long Island? I mean, we had them all over the place in Austin (probably to protect us from the broiling heat.) I don't get it. We don't even have some sort of covering over our front door so if it happens to be raining when our guests come over, they have to stand in the rain until we can beat the dogs back and open the door.
Also, why do none of the bathrooms in our house have heat lamps? We had them in Austin and we used them at least three times a year. Here, we could pretty much use them every day from November through April and there's nary a one to be found. In fact, we had to install an extra outlet in our master bathroom so we could plug in a space heater.
We don't have a gas starter in our fireplace, either--you know, a gas line that starts your firewood burning? No one I've talked to has ever even heard of one of those up here but in Texas, they're kind of standard equipment in houses with fireplaces. It just seems odd to me that the weather is such a force up here and so few concessions are made toward making living with it a bit easier.
Maybe we Southerners are just wimps when it comes to the cold and these New Yorkers are a hardier lot? But then again, maybe these New Yorkers could learn a thing or two from the South. That's probably just my cold feet talking...
Actually, you know what? Maybe we ALL could learn a thing or two from our cats. This is what I found when I went upstairs a bit ago: