[No snickering from any Vikings, Cannucks, or Cheeseheads who might be reading this. It still counts as snow, dammit, even if we can't ski on it or make igloos with it.]
[Also, no smug commentary from any Aussies or Kiwis -- remember, in six months I can tweak you when you're shivering and bitching about the cold.]
For us, the serious winter weather comes in January and February, sometimes even in March. And, once, in April, which really sucked.
For whatever reason, Virginians totally lose their shit over the prospect of snow. If there's even a hint of snow in the weather forecast, most everyone heads straight to the store to stock up on milk and bread and toilet paper. Even if the weatherman is calling for only an inch of snow, everyone stockpiles with the ferocity of a neo-Nazi in Idaho preparing for Armageddon.
Here in Jenworld, I can happily report that we most certainly do not lose our shit over the concept of snow. To the contrary, we avoid the grocery stores if snow is in the forecast. Not that we don't prepare -- oh, we do -- but our preparations are bit different.
- A few years ago, snow and ice were predicted for a Saturday night. Pete, the girls, and I laid in our supplies. First we went to the library and got a big-ass pile of books. Then, we drove over to the gourmet market on Main Street and hit the cheese shop, the bakery, and the chocolate store. We're not stupid. If we're going to be housebound for a couple of days, we want good books and even better food. The kind of food that Weight Watchers frowns upon when eaten as actual meals. I think that a platter cheeses and breads makes for a mighty fine dinner, especially when accompanied by the peace that is brought on by every member of my family being deeply entranced by a good book.
- Once about 11 or 12 years ago, a massive snowstorm dumped about 15-18 inches of snow overnight. Everything shut down and I didn't go to work for ten days. I am not kidding. Virginia was simply not prepared for it. It took Pete and me three days just to shovel our driveway. Sometime after that, Pete walked the mile to the grocery store to get some vital foodstuffs: beer, steaks, and chocolate. That's how we survive here in Jenworld.