you have my respect

This morning I woke up to clear skies. Steve is headed to the golf course for the back 9 before work. I see that Miss Alex may have to wipe some dew off the Jeep’s window, but no ice. I am thinking of a photo I want to take outside, and will have to put on slippers. I wonder if I’ll need to wear a jacket today, or if a sweater is enough. We had three days of drippy fog here, without a break, and yesterday’s sunshine was most welcome. It will be here all week. 61 and above.

And then I remembered the rest of you, who are waiting for the snow. And I really don’t know how you do it. Live in the snow I mean. For more than a few days. For weeks, months.

Seriously, it seems like a hard way to live. To get around. You can’t just button up your sweater and walk down the street for a coffee, and sit outside. Or ride your bike to work. Barbequeing could be a serious challenge.

Sure you have your beautiful photos of snow and red berries, and snow angels and birds coming to your artfully placed feeders (with just a dusting of snow on top). And I am jealous.  And that hot chocolate thing, You have that (we have that too, but it’s not quite the same). I am actually really, really  jealous of the snow days. But the truth is, Northern California is a pretty good gig.

You, with the snowstorm comin’….you know who you are. You have my respect. I couldn’t do it.

Perhaps you should consider a visit out west.

Good luck. Stay warm, and have some hot chocolate for me.

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One Response to you have my respect

  1. I’m packed and ready to come. The airport, however, is a little backed up at the moment.

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