We actually had a decent snow here a few weeks ago. Several inches, lasted more than an hour (couple days in fact) all in all a kind of rare treat for us down in the valley.
Anyway, it wasn't until I saw the rain-eaten remains of a snowman yesterday that I realized it never occurred to me to make a snowman. It never occurred to me to go sledding or make snow angels or have a snowball fight or any of the other things that kids think about when they see the first winter snow.
The first and pretty much last thing I thought about the snow was, "Thank God I don't have a car and don't have to drive in this shit."
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