let it... snow. ugh.

When i see shit like this, i think...

snowblower? $$$???
better house insulation? better windows?
(finally) get some good boots?
i dont have a truck, maybe i will _need_ one this winter.. what if?
maybe oil heat isn't the the cheapest way to go in the long run...?

but mostly i can't understand these people who get all fired up at the idea. "i cant wait for the first snow!" they say. "i hope it dumps six inches!". little do they know that they aren't eight years old anymore, and a magical plastering of the white stuff overnight is not going to get them out of school the following morning. or work. or ANYTHING. instead it is going to get them sweaty, tired, aching. gasping for hot breath in the acutely cold air. breaking out the brooms and the shovels. let's see if we can get to work safely. the logic baffles me, getting excited and hopeful for it.

this is why i like to live somewhere without snow, and then get on a plane and travel TO the snow, on purpose, should something come up, like an itch to ski up at 13,000 feet. that way, the snow really isn't an inconvenience, or at least certainly not a surprise- after all, in such a case, i _asked_ for it when i decided to fly to denver in the first place.

continuing my list, do i need snow tires or not? and i mean the real deal, with studs and all. what are the odds of it snowing so deep that travel will be made difficult? multiply this by the probability that i will HAVE to drive during that few hour window, or conversely the probability that i will WANT to drive...

this, is how my mind works. i'm a constant oddsmaker (or a bookie for people who like to overuse their lingo), measuring the likelihood of getting to actually put a snowblower to good use, versus the odds of having bought one and as a result, having the warmest and dryest winter on record. the snowblower then becoming a sign of my endless ability to guess things incorrectly. either way i would somehow end up feeling cheated, most likely.