Well it’s snowing again here in New England, but then it’s also been snowing in a lot of places that never expected it. It’s been a tough winter and it’s not over yet. The weatherman talk about people suffering from winter fatigue. I don’t think there’s a cure for that unless you move to a sunny climate and that might not be a guarantee considering the recent weather patterns. Snow, and all its relatives, blizzards, northeasters, and freezing temperatures are all part of the package. Discussing it over and over and how awful it is don’t make it any easier or change it.
What amuses me is the media’s need to ramp up a winter storm until any other news is sidelined in lieu of showing their peeps broadcasting from street corners, beaches, or helicopters. They spend hours discussing traffic jams, accidents and showing people walking outside bundled up like Nanook of the North. They also keep cautioning people to not go anywhere unless it’s necessary. I can understand precautions but does the public need to be so fueled with fear until their collective psyches are in need of muscle relaxants.
Meanwhile supermarkets become crowded with individuals who want to make sure they have enough bread and milk. I’m not quite sure why that became the combo to have at the ready when a storm is on its way. If the electricity goes out for a while you’ll be left with hard bread and sour milk. Wouldn’t a bottle of wine, a box of chocolates and some assorted nuts be a better choice? The kids can always have juice and popcorn. Just a thought!
The ultimate irony is that winter is not going away no matter how much we whine about it. I wish I was more of a snow bunny. I don’t ski, snow shoe, or ice skate, but I do like to snuggle up and read a good book, sit by a fire, or enjoy the realization that I can’t go anywhere. I also know that I have no control over the weather, and that spring is around the corner. And maybe, just maybe the weather is natures way of teaching us acceptance.