It snowed again. After hitting the 70s and seeing the very last of the monster piles from the blizzard melt away Iowa has reminded us that we are unwelcome. The sooner we can flee back east the better!
Perhaps this is just another sign that I am an old grouch in a young-ish man's body but I hate snow. I see snowmans and I want to punch their heads. I see snow angels and I think "I hope whoever made that got snow in their undershorts."
Snow does nothing for me. I think the last time I enjoyed snow was when I was twelve or so. Then I realized snow was dirty, cold, and useless. It's dangerous on the roads. If you want to throw things at your friends- there are rocks. If you want to build a fort, get some wood, or go to a beach and make a castle. If you want to sculpt- get a real job, or failing that, some clay.
There is nothing snow does for you that other, more pleasant things don't already do better.
Also, these new bands today don't handle a candle to blah blah blah, get off my lawn you dirty kids, and my aching back is killing me.
That was great! Reminds me that Milton's vision of Hell was of ice and cold. Like mindedness with Milton makes you a very old man indeed!
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ReplyDeleteI specifically remember the whole lot of us enjoying the snow at an age at least a few years beyond twelve. We were sledding down the hill behind Central Middle. I believe it was in a rubbermaid container. We had to have been in high school and all driving.
ReplyDeleteI was there for the chicks.
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