If I had a magic lamp, I would wish that the snow clearing could happen at the flick of a switch.
Alas, I have no magic lamp, so I need to be patient and wait until the plow makes its way to my street. I need to be patient as the army of snowplows makes their way down important streets and intersections, ensuring that school buses and ambulances have a fighting chance of making their way with our precious cargo. I need to be patient as those same snowplow operators tag team day and night to get to each and every street in our community.
My mom says I’m special, but I know that I’m not special enough to get my street plowed first, second or even third.
Rome wasn’t built in a day and neither can a community have all their snow removed in just one day. It’s impossible!
But yet the conversation always turns ugly after the first heavy snowfall.
“I got stuck in my driveway!”
“I got high centered on a ridge of heavy snow!”
“Why is my street always done last!”
Every winter we hear the same conversation.
If we aren’t complaining about municipal snow removal, then we’re complaining about the highway maintenance.
Every single winter.
Is it the shorter days that make us all so grumpy? Are we irritable because we are getting slightly poisoned by carbon monoxide from the furnace running incessantly due to the growing cold?
What happens to us?
We have five or six months of this before it goes away. If we don’t pace ourselves with our general disappointment regarding all things winter, we’re going to burn ourselves out.
This is generally the part where an inspirational quote would be appropriate; unfortunately, I don’t have one to share as I have caught the I Hate Winter Blues as well. Winter is my least favourite season and one I tolerate by consuming inordinate amounts of carbohydrates and binging on Netflix programming. Thankfully there is a new season of House of Cards to watch.
Being high on sugar and dizzy from television drama won’t keep me from complaining though.
Maybe complaining is the natural bloodletting to combat the winter blues?
Judy Kucharuk is a lover of sarcasm, witty people and footnotes. Follow her @judylaine