Last Monday my husband and I drove to Oklahoma City – 90 miles south of our home – for his medical procedure knowing there was a possibility of snow. We ran in to flurries on the way down. He had cancelled it the week before because of weather. When I left the clinic with a groggy husband there was already three inches of snow on the ground. I hit the home button on my GPS and Thelma (the GPS is named Thelma as in “Thelma and Louise”) gave me directions down I-44 with tons of other travelers at 30 miles an hour. White knuckle driving all the way home took almost three hours which should have taken one and a half. But we made it.
Back to work during the week and then Friday brought more snow. Most of my co-workers left early – they are parents with small children and school closing and the Receptionist took the day off. That meant those of us still there had to step up and fill the vacant slots. I watched the dwindling cars in the parking lot cover with snow. “Mine’s the white one,” I said. You could still see the mud on the side from the earlier trip in the slush as it remained unwashed.
I spent all day long in the house yesterday with 4-6 inches of the white stuff outside. I worked on some writing, baked pumpkin bread, and practiced Yoga.
Okay, that’s enough. I’ve lost the wonder and beauty of a white landscape. I live in the plains not the northeast. I can’t take this! I’m used to being able to go when and where I want. I don’t do whiteouts very well. Today is the first of March. Spring is mere 20 days away. Where is it! I want to see green grass and hear the birds singing! I want sunshine and picnics. No, I NEED sunshine and picnics. There, I’ve said it. I have cabin fever. Now let’s get on with this. Winter is over; spring is on the way, right?
Is that a ray of sunshine? Come on spring!