Rest easy, friends and loved ones. There’s more snow on the
way.
In just
a few short hours, Mother Nature will begin dumping even more of rain’s awkward
cousin from the North on my part of the world.
It’s
been a couple of weeks since we’ve had a snowfall of absolutely apocalyptic
proportions, and I think I speak for everyone in the area when I say “What’s
been the holdup?”
After
all, it just doesn’t feel like winter if I’m not outside using a shovel and a
bag of salt to fight off giant menacing snowmen and snowwomen.
Because
inclusion and all.
Anyway,
the forecasters seem to have settled on the 4-8 inch range for how much snow is
coming. Although, yesterday it was something like 8-12, so who knows?
The only
things that are certain are that we will get snow and that it will be somewhere
in neighborhood of a light sprinkling to enough to make a wooly mammoth burn a
personal day at work.
There’s
actually one more thing you can count on when the snow starts to fall in any
low-to-moderate amounts: people marking their parking spaces.
This
drives me crazy. Now, it doesn’t happen in my neighborhood, since, for one
thing, we all have driveways. But I’d like to think that even if we didn't, we
wouldn't all go out and start marking our territory at the first sign of trouble. I guess I just like to think that my neighbors are human beings and not families
of wolves or alley cats.
And it looks like the City of Philadelphia has decided to do something about these deadbeats and their chairs, too.
I don’t
understand the twisted animal logic behind saving a spot. You dig out your car,
but before you leave, you get to drag a chair down to the street and leave it
there? Then that spot just becomes yours for a couple of days? And if some god-fearing
American comes along and moves that chair, as one should do, you get to feel
some misguided holy validation when you key that person’s car or slash its
tires?
