Snow - a compromise

I don't like snow.

Yes, not liking snow and living in Minnesnowta is stupid and contradictory. 

But -- I like other stuff about this place.

I scrooge. 

When some one celebrates "snow on Christmas", it grates on me. 

More Scrooge. 

It feels like a Hollywood prescription of how the holidays are supposed to go, and someone has drank the consumer hallmark kool aid. 

I am yucking someone else's yum. 

The whole idea of 'Christmas isn't Christmas without snow' makes me want to decorate a cactus.

Holidays and family are just that, and to me, at this time in my life, snow is not related.

I will give snow a break. I will marvel a its complexity. The science of snow is absolutely beautiful. And here's more.

Truths about snow:

- it's pretty and covers everything up. 

- snow is a fantastic equalizer. When I lived in north Minneapolis, a snow fall would make everything as pretty as anyplace in Minneapolis. (And bring about the truth that North Minneapolis IS as pretty as anywhere in Minneapolis.)

Things I like about snow:

- it's a muffler. It quiets things in a very personal way.

Things I don't like about snow:

- it could kill you. That's probably the main one.

And so could the desert. And the ocean. And that cinnamon roll. 

But here I am. Happy with cinnamon rolls and hating on something which doesn't care. Something that turned to ice and something I'm usually pretty good at walking on (the majority of this post was written before biffing it today).

Happy holidays, friends. Hoping it's beautiful, snowy or not.

It's okay to call it a come back, if that's LITERALLY what it is.. literally

Hi! Hi hi! Hi blogspace I haven't touched for over two years!

The very tiny baby has turned into an two year old, sometimes contrary, genius. And now there's actually ANOTHER tiny baby, almost two months old, farting and pooping and learning how digestion works.. We're all learning how digestion works.

To the makers, go the spoils - - so, here I am, trying to make again. Or at least write. Or at least, something. I feel like I 'don't have much to show' for the last two years, whether that's true or not. (I've honest to goodness done things! Neat things I'm proud of and feel so lucky to have been a part of! Things! I love things!).

And now - - things! Things written into the digital blogspace and thrown into the digital wind. How's it going, blogspace?

Onward.