kirschtopia

This is Not For What I Bargained.

Frankly, I’m peeved.

I know, I know. Bitching about the weather? So cliche. But when I moved my family 1,600-some miles west to Seattle, I thought we’d left the debilitating cold and snow behind. In fact, I made a show of not packing a shovel. “We won’t need this,” I exclaimed to no one in particular, “not where we’re going!” I knew we’d get some snow once in a while, but not like this.

I thought about that yesterday while searching stores hither and yon for a shovel.

Let me clarify something: The six inches or so that’s fallen so far is not a lot of snow. It just seems that way because the Great Pacific Northwest is unable to cope with it. See, in Minnesota, we had these things called “snowplows,” and their job was to “move” the snow “out of the way.” This was helpful because it allowed you to “drive” your “car” on the “roads.” I’ve heard rumors of snowplows in Seattle, but I have yet to see one. True story — I haven’t seen a single snowplow. I went a-driving yesterday down a fairly major thoroughfare (called the Bothell-Everett Highway), and it had not been plowed at all. I just don’t understand.

So here I’ll sit, stranded at home, holding but a faint hope that the airlines will catch up to the delays in time for us to catch our flight on Thursday. Then again, that may prove irrelevant if we can’t drive to the airport.

I don’t miss Minnesota. But I do kinda miss my shovel.