When I headed out to California in 2015, we had just experienced 30 days plus of snowfall. North of us, in Boston, had been even worse. As a result, we were ready for a change in weather. We were ready to not shovel. We were ready to not slip and slide on icy, hilly streets. We were ready. And, then we were not.
Day in and day out, weather was pretty uniform out west. And, most importantly for my son, he got no snow days. When he would talk to his online Fortnite friends, he would get jealous of their snow stories. Now that we are back east, he can’t seem to escape the snow days. They are one after the other. I have been left confused by this state of affairs as I just don’t remember that many snow days growing up in the New York City.
And, the funny thing (to me) is that there really even hasn’t been that much snow. It has been tiny amounts of snow, in my view, and yet my son’s school is going to run out of snow days. I suppose my son is getting what he had wished for. What he had been missing. It’s been beautiful watching the snow fall. I missed it. Although, not as much as my son missed it. He is happy and that was one of our goals. But hopefully there will be more days of playing in the snow in the playground. Those were fun times during my NYC childhood.
Either way, my son is happy to be in the snow. To see it. To feel it. My California dog on the other hand, …. Well, that is a different story to be told at a later time.
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Just got back from a trip to Boulder. From California, which is now our home. They arranged for us: one day of whiteout conditions, then a drive up into the snow-capped mountains, and a day of visiting the pedestrian mall – with the snow neatly removed. And vistas of mountains with snow.
Beautiful – slippery on the roads.
And they’re young enough to handle it; we aren’t any more.
Boulder is so beautiful! My son loves the snow. He’s so excited to be back in ny. And our dog is starting to acclimate. I have a love/hate relationship with it 🙂
I tell my daughter stories about how NYC rarely closed schools for snow, but she has no idea because she routinely has snow days when there isn’t any on the ground! Sometimes I wonder if we’ve done them a disservice.
I totally agree. Strange how things have changed so much.
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When I was a kid we’d have “snow days” for a week at a time. Ten foot high piles of snow along the road.
Oh my! My son would love that
Me, not so much. Lol