So at what point exactly does snow cease to be a story in my life here in Syracuse, N.Y.?
When does the day come when another layer of the white stuff ceases to gain my attention?
I’ve lived in Central New York for 30 years. I stare out the window and say, bring it on! Right?
Never. Never. No stinkin’ way.
Snow still rules me.
If it came down overnight, that means I must clear the cars, always with a brush and possibly with the ice scraper, too. If there were at least a couple of inches, I should take out the shovel to clear the driveway, walkway and steps. If it’s falling when I have to drive, I concentrate harder, steady my speed, put more distance between me and the car in front, and cast a very wary eye on the other drivers, plenty of which fail to do either of the above.
I am not a skier. I do not chug around on snowmobiles. When we get a big snow, there are people who tool around the city neighborhoods on cross-country skis. When there’s a good base and the streets have yet to be plowed, there’s one guy who circles, circles, circles my block, quickly, on his snowmobile. Really.
I may be a tad less enthusiastic about snow than these folks.
My birthweekend past, it came down pretty good. I ignored it the best I could. Karen drove, Friday, Saturday and Sunday, so I dutifully — and enthusiastically, I might add — cleared her car before each trip. Her wonderful all-wheel-drive crossover had the back position, so I did not feel the need to shovel our one-car-wide, two-car-deep city driveway.
Monday morning, I paid the cost.
So I give to you, my friends in London, Nashville, California, Australia, the U.S. south, and other snowless environs, these pictures I took on Monday in my little corner of our world. Hopefully they’ll help you scratch your snow itch from afar.
And, finally, much thanks to Good Neighbor Tim for clearing the end of my driveway with his powerful snowblower when he saw me out there with my shovel. Mr. Garriques, I told you how appreciative that makes me right then and there. Now I’ve told all.
As I sit here composing on Tuesday morning, the school closings and delays are scrolling across the bottom of “Today.” Karen talked me into relunctantly allowing her to clean her car off herself. Soon enough, I will be back out in the driveway with my shovel.
Does the arrival of snow make you change your ways? Do you pray for it to come on Christmas? Do you wish for it to melt on Dec. 26? If you live in warmer climes, what goes through your head when you travel somewhere and experience snow?