There is nothing enjoyable about scraping ice from windshields after going out to eat, shop or anything else you might need to venture out for. I don't enjoy shoveling mounds of frozen white stuff off the drive and walks...and my husband doesn't either.
It gets tiresome slipping and sliding all over the streets...or seeing an inch of salt eating away at your car. Neither cars nor people are made for ice.
Bah, humbug regarding ice skating, snowmobiling, skiing or ice fishing. Sorry. I don't enjoy freezing my ass off staring down a hole in the lake on the off chance that some poor fish might decide to strike. That is what supermarkets are for.
No, give me a pool and a frozen cocktail over a ice rink and hot chocolate any day. Slipping into flip flops to leave the house is much nicer than putting on layers, a coat, a hat, gloves, boots...and then standing in melted snow in stocking feet when you take off the boots later.
So, brown Christmas? I was sure hoping so. My wish was granted. We may not even have snow before New Year's! That will make this frozen hell they call Minnesota much more endurable. It really is a beautiful place to live most of the year. If you manage to shorten the four to five months of winter we usually get down to three you may even get me to say it is the best place to live in the country.
Just to celebrate I think I will go out and make a leaf angel. Or would that be tempting fate by rubbing it's nose in all things not winter?