Here’s the thing about snow. People here lose their shit because snow in itself is rare. 365 days in a year and in these parts it might snow 10 of those days. That leaves 355 days of dry, sun, rain, clouds, tsunamis, drought, pollen.
Snow can make people happy 'cause of how it makes things look. Some like the process. Some are just weenies.
It gets incredibly frustrating to come here and read the Deb’s and all the bitching and moaning over something none of us have control over. Weather isn’t against us. It doesn’t hate us, it isn’t here to screw us. It’s just weather being weather.
Having been here for as long as I have it’s been a process to learn about weather and how it can do what it wants to. Getting upset was easier to do when one doesn’t understand the process.
But having gone thru some tremendous sadness, stress, joy, etc that life throws at a person the “need” for snow just isn’t as high a priority to make my life or others miserable over it. I love snow. I want snow. I don’t live for snow. I live to be here for my family, friends, and myself. I have a kid with certain needs. He needs me to be there for him when needed and not in a pissy mood because my snow went to rain. And when things go to shit storm wise it’s much better to laugh it off or make others laugh because everyone needs more of that in these trying times.
I rather smile and try and enjoy the good things like snow when they come. Because they are indeed rare.