Unless you have been in your basement constructing a shelter for when the zombies take over, you might have noticed the white, cold snow on the ground these past few days.
As a child, I thought snow was great. It gave me to opportunity to miss school and go outside and enjoy snowball fights and making snow angels with my sister and cousins.
I was also one of those children who got bright eyed when it began to snow, especially around Christmas. It was a vital part of the equation for Santa Claus: there had to be snow on the roof in order for his sleigh to properly land.
As I got older, though, snow became less and less enchanting.
In fact when I got my first car, snow was the enemy and ice was its evil counterpart. Oh, how wrong I was about snow. It went from bring fun, fancy-free days, to missed work, accidents and an occasional sore rear side from slipping on the ice.
Also, my family and I depended on a wood-burning stove for most of our winter heat. So as you can imagine, from the time I was old enough, I started carrying wood, the appeal of snow faded quickly when I had to go outside in the middle of a snowfall to get more fuel from the wood box.
Many summers I spent picking up wood from the side of the highway. If it looked like it could be cut and burned, it was scooped up and thrown into the bed of the truck. After you spend a few afternoons in early fall cutting wood then splitting the logs that are too big to fit into the stove, you develop a totally different outlook towards snow.
The addition of a heater in the hallway helped to keep the house warmer, but to this day,much of the heat for the house comes from that wood-burning stove. As you might imagine, I tend to worry about my parents back home when ever-so-lovely snow begins to fall on the ground.
As my parents get older it becomes more taxing on them to cut and carry wood to the porch. In fact, I like to get that chore out of the way some time in September. That way there is little to no fuss.
The roads to my parents’ home tend to get snow-packed during a storm. The county blades the roads after the storm, but once the sun comes out nature takes its course and the slippery road becomes the muddy road in which cars can get stuck easily.
Snow also makes for dangerous conditions in the city. As the snow and temperatures drop, the roads go get slick, and trust me when I say some drivers are a danger even when the road is dry.
These are a few of the reasons I don’t like the snow in which so many take such delight when it begins to fall.
Thanks to social media, I now I see about 30-to-40 posts a week once winter begins about how great it would be if it snowed.
As I respond to those posts with a grumpy snarl, many think it’s funny that I have such a loathing for one of nature’s natural acts.
So if you hear me rant or read one of my posts and ask, “Come on, Thomas, where is your Christmas spirit?” my answer on this day would be, “It’s still November and Thanksgiving is not until Thursday!”
Thomas Garcia is a senior writer at the Quay County Sun. He can be reached at email@example.com