Over at the DG, my colleague Margaret Hartley writes about this weird winter we're having.
Here's an excerpt:
"Since it’s winter, everyone is complaining about the weather.
Last year, the problem was too much snow. 'When will it stop?' neighbors, friends, relatives squawked. 'I’m tired of shoveling!'
This year, the complaints are more muted, as if whining too loudly will bring on a certain blizzard. 'Where is winter — not that I’m complaining.' That’s usually followed by: 'This is just weird,' and a whisper of 'I wish I could go skiing.'
We finally got a little snow, and my neighbor called me up to say that if I wasn’t too picky, the trails in his woods were good enough for some cross-country skiing. But I had to go away for the weekend and by the time I got back it was warm and rainy. Well, not that warm. Just warm enough to turn the snow-covered driveway and paths into a skating rink.
Which reminds me that I haven’t been skating yet. Or skiing. Although I have hiked a couple of times up an icy mountain."
Click here to read the whole thing.