cur-mud-geon: anyone who hates hypocrisy and pretense and has the temerity to say so; anyone with the habit of pointing out unpleasant facts in an engaging and humorous manner
Snow days are regaining their appeal for me after many years of dreading them. I know the reason, and it is because I am able to control my work environment now and need not be somewhere at any cost.
I don’t think often enough about the value of flexible work scheduling, but today, as I watch the beautiful lake effect snow falling gently and as I contemplate the dire warnings of as much as 20” over the next two days, I am able to see the value easily.
We live in an area that requires us to deal with such things, but we also are impatient, sometimes as the result of necessity, with the weather and its control over us. There is almost an inner drive for men that makes it necessary to go somewhere during a snow storm. I’m not sure if that also applies to women or if this is an urge that applies to some of each sex.
Our emergency responders must dislike the threat of 20” of snow knowing that they’ll be called on to help those of us who were silly enough to think we could beat the elements.
Maybe, as a last word, we should simply resolve to be helpful to our neighbors and those with whom we’re sharing this experience. That probably suggests that we should avoid that urge to see if we can get somewhere unless we absolutely have to do so. Maybe we can help the neighbor with some shoveling. Maybe we can drive sensibly if we do have to be out and about.
I remember my first visit to Denver during one of their heavy snowfalls. I learned very quickly that four-wheel drive gets us going a lot better, but it doesn’t help us stop worth a darn.
Happy Snow Days.