Well, as we all know, the world didn't come to an end yesterday -- go figure -- but we still got walloped with a wonderfully-huge dump of snow yesterday. This is great for me; we don't have a car, but I do have great big snow boots, and as far as I'm concerned, the more white stuff on the ground the better. I am a creature of winter, like a cardinal... or a yeti...
This afternoon Stan and I will be taking the train to my parents' house for Christmas with the (extended) fam. I'm pretty excited; I've seen my family a few times in the last year as they've come up to visit us, but I haven't actually been home since last Christmas. Happy day!
The big drawback, though? Where my parents live, the winters are weaksauce. The first year I was living here in Rivertown, I went back for Christmas in The City and I wore my big winter boots -- because we had snow here. But there wasn't snow in The City, and so I was stuck in gigantoid boots as I tramped the bare pavement... like a dork.
The weather conversation with my Vater yesterday went something like this:
Christine: Yeah, we're getting a foot of snow today! Is there snow where you are?
Vater: They're saying we might get some flurries overnight....
Sad, I tell you. Sad.