A Woman On The Verge

thoughts and musings of my mind


January 2014

Southern Snow

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It is snowing here and everyone and the excitement builds as the snow keeps falling; shelves are bare of milk, bread, batteries and beer in anticipation of a day being stranded at home. Now I get the fact that parents want their kids to experience the magic of playing in the snow, but I hate it. It is wet and cold.

Every time it snows here I recall my college days in Bellingham, WA and one of our friends who was from California.  He was very excited the day it started snowing – we were nonplussed we knew what it meant.  He was dancing around singing about how he would play in the snow and have so much fun.  Until the reality hit him, or maybe it was the snow ball, he would have to wear pants.  We had been wearing shorts up until that fateful day. He froze for about a week before his pants arrived from California. We had brought ours with us when we moved in. At least that is how I like to think about how it went down, it has been almost twenty-five years now so things might have happened differently.  Regardless his discomfort was nothing compared to the entertainment value of watching southerners prepare for snow.

My first winter here I learned that a winter weather advisory meant that you must run to the store and buy 20 loaves of bread, a million batteries, 10 gallons of milk and 3 or 4 cases of beer to get you through the snow day. I was very confused, because growing up in Seattle it doesn’t snow that much and we never had that kind of rush to the store, plus the terrain was far more hilly. I still do not fathom the need for all the supplies, but I do notice that many natives make a huge joke out of it now, so they also see the humor of it.

Don’t get me wrong I appreciate the proactive behaviour of employers, the highway dept, and other places who want to encourage resident safety. But sometimes you just need to have something to laugh at.

IMG_2945Like the fact that yesterday the shelves at one grocery store were quickly selling out their stock of bread and the Organic milk was apparently gone too. Honestly I wish we had been this cautious when I was growing up, except I wouldn’t have learned to drive in the snow and ice because driver’s ed would have been cancelled.  I bet we only get a light dusting.


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Let’s slow it down…

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During lunch today I overheard a woman at the microwave saying that the thing was taking too long.  NOT that it was taking forever to get her food heated up, but that the 2 minutes she put on the timer was taking too long.


My first thought was, a minute is a minute it isn’t going to go any faster. But I hear that a lot at work that the microwaves take too long. Which I don’t get. It isn’t like we are waiting hours for our food to warm up, just a few minutes.


It got me to thinking maybe we need to slow it down a bit.  Stop rushing around. Heck at lunch we have an hour, take an hour to enjoy your lunch don’t rush through it.  The hour is still 60 minutes, last time I checked.


So slow it down, savor the moment.


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