Good heavens, as if the media hasn’t dumbed down our culture enough, now they are assigning names to winter “storms.”
Here in the Great Northeast, we get big snows, like, A LOT. We don’t need no stinkin’ names like “Ivan,” “Nemo” and “Willie.” What is this now, SeaWorld?! What ever happened to adult conversation? Way back when I was a wee lass, big snowstorms were remembered by their year: Blizzard of ’78, Blizzard of ’73, Storm of ’61. Back then, we didn’t cower in our homes, terrified of snow. Heck, we dug ourselves out, went to school, went to work, built snowmen, made do. No hype, no fear. If the power went out, guess what we used to do back then? INTERACT WITH OTHER HUMANS. We READ BOOKS. WE PLAYED board games. We played in the snow.
It’s a sad day when an entire culture basically shuts down because of a lot of snow, or rain. Sheesh. Yes, storms happen. I’ve been through some catastrophes. But a blizzard is NOT a catastrophe! Don’t treat it like it’s an abhorrent interruption of our lives. It’s a PART of life!
And thank you — YES! — I AM feeling better. :grinny: I’m also looking forward to some snow. Prepare the snow forts and snow ammo, mateys! :beanie: