A Matter of Perspective
I recently renewed my dislike of winter. It happened sometime after Thursday morning. I was on my way back to Clarissa after a commissioner’s meeting—and it was still snowing.
Actually, the drive from Clarissa to Long Prairie hadn’t been too bad at all. I traveled at 50 m.p.h. and got there in plenty of time. But, the drive back was a little bit different...
I think I was traveling along pretty well. It was “the other guy” that was sliding and swerving all over the road and coming right at me that made me nervous.
I had that moment—you know the one where you quickly try to decide if you should take the ditch or risk being hit head-on.
I decided to slow up and head cautiously over toward the ditch—just in case.
Somehow the guy regained control of his vehicle and pulled into his own lane around the time he would have impacted me had I continued on my course at the same speed.
I think I’ve mentioned this before, but I would be perfectly okay with snow and all that winter stuff if it would just stay off the roads, parking lots, sidewalks, etc. It’s not that I’m overly lazy, it’s just I don’t want to get hit by the other guy who may not be in control.
I really am okay with snow for the most part. I mean, look at how pretty this snow is. It’s white and clean-looking and appears to be carved into beautiful decor by the wind. It gives the dead-looking trees a pretty and defining outline.
The best part about the snow is the fun that the kids have playing in it. My granddaughter was thrilled to go out into the snow and make snow angels and slide down the small piles of snow. She was so excited that when I got home from work I got to hear all about her adventures in the yard. I loved it!
For me, though, snow just seems like a lot of work. Good thing I have people who come to plow us out!
Hope you enjoy the snowy start of 2019!