Snow Fatigue


Another 5-8″ this afternoon into tonight. And we’re only halfway through February! Now, if you know me, you know I prefer cold weather to the heat and humidity of summer. But cold, dry weather is one thing. The trifecta of snow, ice, and freezing rain is a completely different nightmare.

We’re all tired of it. I see it on the faces of moms in the supermarket, preparing for another day of no school. I see it in the face of my little dog, who does not like squatting on ice! I see it on my car, splattered with salt and sand, even after a thorough washing.

And then I pause, remembering our ancestors, who did not have electric blankets, Thinsulate, Ugg boots, clothes dryers, or TheraFlu. They made it through harsh winters, and never complained on social media! But isn’t that part of the fun? We post photos and videos as a way of coping.

And we know that this never-ending season, this winter filled with discontent, will melt away under the sun. Eventually.

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Two Blizzards


KENNEDY PLAZA BLIZZARD

Traffic snarls around Kennedy Plaza in downtown Providence, R.I., on the afternoon of February 6, 1978, the first day of the 1978 blizzard. The 24-hour storm that pounded the Northeast crippled Rhode Island for more than a week, cutting off power, closing the airport and straining state resources. (AP Photo/The Providence Journal, Richard Benjamin)

I was a sophomore at Providence College, and this blizzard came just two months after a devastating fire on campus that eventually claimed the lives of ten young women. We were rehearsing the musical “Candide,” and it was the first year I was an active participant in behind-the-scenes action. By the time rehearsal had ended and we stepped outside, we knew this was no ordinary snowstorm. Fortunately, the liquor store around the corner accepted personal checks (no ATMs). Two of my friends and I walked up Smith Street to the Stop and Shop supermarket, because we’d learned that they, too, accepted checks. After buying as much junk food as we could, we then had to carry two brown bags each, full of chips, cookies, and M&Ms, two miles back down Smith Street to the college. Oh, and the elevators were out. We lived on the fifth floor of McVinney Hall. But as was the case so many times that year, I lived in my own little world and was oblivious to what was going on around me.

These days we’re connected all the time. The meteorologists started talking about a potential blizzard last Monday, so there was plenty of time to prepare. And we’re adults now, so our focus is different. Snow began falling Friday morning – a fine, light snow that didn’t look threatening at all.  The snow continued, getting heavier and denser by afternoon. By the time it ended on Saturday, my little town had two feet of snow. No power outages here, thankfully, but we may have lost a few shrubs and I don’t like so much snow on the roof. High winds (up to 60mph gusts) Friday night brought down a lot of branches. Other communities weren’t so lucky, and the loss of power in such cold weather means a hardship we’re not accustomed to experiencing. These are things we think about as adults, I suppose. Still, walking around the neighborhood yesterday felt ethereal: peaceful, white, pristine.

stop sign  photo by Martha Reynolds
stop sign photo by Martha Reynolds

It’s what we expect in winter. We’re New Englanders!

Rustic Getaway


photo by M Reynolds
photo by M Reynolds

We had a mini-vacation last week, right after New Year’s. While a lot of people dream about spending time in St. Bart’s or Aruba during the winter, we like to take advantage of the bright, white landscape. So we drove north to Lake Winnipesaukee in New Hampshire and checked in to our little cabin. Yes, they’re rustic! But you know what? I’ve stayed in plenty of high-end hotels. Sometimes they can disappoint (high expectations to match the high price). Besides, when you want your little dog with you, you can’t always be choosy. This place was wonderful – cozy, spotless (and yes, it’s always a good idea to check, no matter where you stay), friendly, quiet.

Our first night there it was about ten below outside, but we were warm and cozy (except when Bonnie needed to go out for a walk). I was able to write, and read, and watch the Food Network if I wanted. It was a short drive to Meredith and we spent time around the lake, poking into a bookstore, a coffee shop, making Bonnie ride in the sleigh (see below).

photo by J McVeigh
photo by J McVeigh

The little getaways are restorative. We returned home to all the accoutrements we’re grown accustomed to having within easy reach, but spending time in a simpler place focuses the mind on what’s important: love, communication, and cold air to fill one’s lungs.