First snow
December 22nd, 2008 by Scott
Thanksgiving in Michigan brought our California boy his first snow. The verdict? He hated it. He just kept saying, “We have to clean it up.” (I’m hoping to leverage this sentiment to get him to shovel the driveway.) You would think living for so long without winter would mean he was unprepared to handle the cold, but the cold itself doesn’t seem to bother him much. It is really the stuff. He is not a big fan of hats, gloves, jackets, boots, or any additional clothing beyond the basics.Â
I recall the winter of 1979 when I was struggling to keep the entrance to the driveway clear while keeping an eye on both Mary in her infant seat and Anne playing in the snow. After two days of this it stopped actively snowing and I was prepared to relax inside when Anne insisted that we needed to go out and shovel off the lawn!
Mary tells me I need to correct the record. It must have been the winter of 1982, since she was born in ’81. That’s why I’m neither a historian or a mathematician.