Snow Day
It goes without saying that despite having lived in places like Cleveland and New York City—cities that are no strangers to snow—after living in California for more than a decade, I am no longer cut out for it. Partly because it’s cold, and honestly, I simply can’t tolerate cold temps anymore. Hot ones either. I have become weather-wimpy. And partly because I’m no longer practiced in things like driving in snow. Or removing snow from a car.
This is why when I ended up in a snowstorm TOTALLY UNEXPECTEDLY this past week, I was a bit panicked. Mostly because of the driving aspect. And even though taking the opportunity to go sledding (because how many opportunities for sledding does a California girl get?) was kind of fun—if you can call being freezing cold while careening down a hill with nothing to slow you down except the bushes you crash into in order to stop from going in the creek fun—I was glad to get back to the sunny climate to which I’m now accustomed. Just me and a book in the backyard, the lovely scents of the fruit trees, jasmine, and roses wafting over. Now that’s more like it.
