Mark your calendars! It's December 7 and we're just getting our first snow fall of the year here in Chicago, and I couldn't be happier. Don’t twist those words, I'm not at all excited about the existence of the frosty flakes from hell on the ground, but I am excited that it took this long to happen.
The first year I lived in Chicago it snowed on October 1. That's still Fall, mind you, and the middle of it at that. Actual snow fell from the sky and stuck to the ground for hours! That day I called my mother and vowed to move out of this god-forsaken town with its snow before Halloween malarkey. But I stuck around anyway, despite my hatred of the cold and snow more specifically. And what was I rewarded with? The following winter, it did not get about 40 degrees outside for 6 months straight. Gee, thanks Chicago!
This year is already shaping up better though. We've seen light flurries once, but it was just a short stint and did not even consider sticking. So here we are, December 7 and for the first time this season I've had to toss on the long johns and wrap a sweater on under the coat and I'm at least at peace with it… even if I despise the notion of snow and cold…
Now then, I could be preaching a whole different story come Wednesday when the Winter Storm From Hades comes rolling in. If it hits like predicted, with layers of wintry mix and inches upon inches of flaky white death, then I be singing a whole different song. Probably a war march or some twisted requiem...
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