the calm before the storm?

snow.
snow.
snoooooow!!!!
uh-huh.
SNOW.
for those of us living and lovin' in new england,
the prophecies of powder and pain are being promoted
through the airwaves and electromagnetic currents on every available
form of publicly available broadcast, print, and social-tyle media.
imagine that.
...snow,
in the north,
in january.
i mean it, neighbors.
huh?
oh, yeah, for sure-
i'm as surprised as you are, kids.
really.
i mean who are we kidding, here?
snow?!
c'mon...
how completely seasonally site specific,
how apt,
how utterly, totally insanely expected.
yeah.
it occasionally snows in the woodsly goodness in winter.
that's just a thing.
of course,
most folks up here are psyched as sh!t,
since skiing and sledding and sliding and boarding are pastimes that
all these rubbery redneckers are all always all about.
ugh.
that just sounds like the coldest and windiest wet mess of a way
to ruin a day of cold wet white inevitability, anyway.
especially when it could be so much better.
like,
spent in front of a fire, or a stove,
or some other other hot spots where tasty treats
can be created and enjoyed and appreciated.
but then, what do i know about anything?
i know,
those things are tons of fun.
however,
i don't have time for fun.
i'm busy.
for reals, y'all.
i'm gonna shovel,
and sweat,
and do all the things that need doing,
because i'm a responsible homeowning adult,
and those are the rules.
incidentally,
we haven't seen a single flake.....yet.
i know it's coming,
and i know what is expected of us.
i avoided the grocery store.
i already have bread AND soymilk,
so my emergency sandwich and cereal situation is accounted for.
it always is, anyway.
it's coming though,
and it's gonna be just like winter.
i mean,
it IS winter.
so that's kind of the way it is supposed to be.
i get another extra day off from work,
which really means i'm working for free on things that need to be done,
that aren't fiscally lucrative,
but will have to be rewarding in their own right.
ok.
i'm on it,
but i'm not happy about it.
this is it,
and that's about all there is to say about it.
my gloves and boots are ready for action,
and my stove is just waiting for a big ol' pot of soup.
Folk Life & Liberty in the woodsly goodness is practically
made for snowy abominable blizzard wizardry,
and for that, i'm grateful.
i'm bundled up and hunkered down, and like every single person up here,
i'm waiting for the sky to sh!t a frozen salad of stormy weather on us;
never quiet, never soft.....