I'm a cypher, wrapped in an enigma, smothered in secret sauce. Also, my name is Kev and I own this here website.
Almost two months after I lamented the fact snow likes to tease me and a mere two days after I listed making a snow angel #1 on my list of things to do before I die, something unexpected happened.
It snowed.
In Georgia.
In March.
After a week where it looked as though jacket weather had officially ended, I awoke Sunday morning to find Jack Frost nipping at my nose.
(Actually, that sounds weird. Can we change it to Jane Frost? Yes, that sounds better. I awoke to find Jane Frost nipping at my nose.)
It hasn’t snowed in my my neck of the woods in well over a decade.
And yet, somehow, on March 1st, after it had been warm most of the week, it snowed. It snowed most of Sunday morning and afternoon.
I couldn’t believe it. It was snowing. In Georgia.
However, my joy quickly turned into disappointment. The snow, true to form, had simply found a new way to tease me.
If someone was to ask me “how many inches” of snow we got, I’d have to respond that “inches” was a too grandiose form of measurement. How much snow did we get? A centimeter. Maybe.
The snow would not stick to the ground. It had rained all day Saturday, so on Sunday the snow would hit the ground and immediately melt. It took three or four hours of steady snow before a light, powdered-sugar-esque covering began to form on top of the grass. I went outside in the hopes of crossing “snow angel” off my bucket list, but with every step my foot melted whatever tiny layer of snow had been beneath it. My dreams of making a snow angel were dashed.
So, too, were my hopes of buidling a snow man (and setting him on fire). Also dashed were my hopes of tricking some gullible kid into eating the yellow snow. There was no yellow snow. And any attempt to create yellow snow would have resulted in all snow within a 10-foot radius immediately melting.
No, the only thing I was able to do is walk around in the snow and stick out my tongue. Snowflakes fell on to it. I had long imagined what it would taste like.
Water? No.
Ice? No.
It tasted like disappointment. Icy-wet disappointment.
Plus, all this happened on a SUNDAY. What the heck, snow? You couldn’t have come during a week day?!
Oh well. I guess I can at least take comfort in the knowledge that snow must read my blog, right? How else would it know how to taunt me so?
;-) 3.2.09 at 3:30 pm:
Sad…
Although I hope you realize you should count your blessings. If it had snowed 1 centimeter on a weekday here and I called into work on account of the puny accumulation, I would be laughed at incessantly for probably at least a week.
So it’s probably good thing it WAS on a weekend, so you weren’t stuck inside, at work, looking at the snow, wondering if perhaps it was deep enough for a snow angel or a snow man.
;-) 3.2.09 at 3:36 pm:
@Angi: Always the optimist.
You forget, though…down here, one puny centimeter of snow on a week day probably would have been enough to shut down the entire town’s workforce. “No way am I coming to work today, boss…have you SEEN the snow?!”
;-) 3.2.09 at 4:21 pm:
Jane Frost hates you. That’s the only explanation I can come up with. Sorry.
;-) 3.2.09 at 4:24 pm:
That’s because Southerners are wimps.
Sorry, but it’s true, and I’m not just arbitrarily making a blanket statement that may or may not even be true. I lived in Oklahoma.
Ya’ll are wimps.
;-) 3.2.09 at 4:34 pm:
@Sarah: Jane hates me?? Gosh, what did I ever do to her? I just don’t get women…
@Angi: So you’re saying *I* am a wimp, too? That’s harsh, Ang. I *would* point out that Northerners think it’s hot when it’s 70 degrees (talk about WIMPS), but I’ll be the bigger person and refrain.
;-) 3.2.09 at 4:47 pm:
Oh, that really is pretty sad! Still, at least you know the taste of icy-wet disappointment. Also, is that grass GREEN under the snow?? Already? *envious*. Did you also get to enjoy the sight of little snowflakes on your coat? That’s something at least.
In order to not make you feel worse about being so close and yet so far from your snow angel/man dreams I will refrain from posting the picture of me doing a good deed this past weekend. It was going to be my facebook pic for a day or two but I won’t. I was brushing snow off my neighbor’s car–for free and without being asked. I know–I’m too nice. To my neighbors and to you.
;-) 3.2.09 at 5:00 pm:
You’re changing the subject. *I* don’t think it’s hot when it hits 70, but *you* said you’d stay home from work with a centimeter of snow.
And Oklahomans stay home from work for a freaking WEEK when there’s 3 inches of snow on the ground.
Wimps.
;-) 3.2.09 at 5:10 pm:
@Erin: Yes, that is green snow. Like I said, the weather had been warn and sunny for quite a while before Sunday!
Hmmm. Thanks for considering my feelings, but go ahead and post the photo. I’m glad SOMEONE got to make a snow angel. (sniff)
@Angi: I didn’t say *YOU* complained about it being hot, but your fellow Northerners do (you’ve told me). Also, it doesn’t make me a wimp for admitting I’d stay home from work with a centimeter of snow. It makes me an opportunist. Because I live in Georgia, I know such a thing would be permitted. However, if I lived in Washington, no way would I attempt such a thing.
Also (again), if Oklahomans stay home for a solid week due to snow, they clearly get snow more than once a decade (like we do here in Georgia). So, if they get snow fairly frequently and STILL freak out when it snows, they are WIMPS of the highest order.
In other words, don’t group us (Georgians) with Oklahomans.
;-) 3.2.09 at 5:51 pm:
Is Oklahoma considered Southern? I’m not trying to be contrary, Angi, I’m just genuinely curious. Whenever I think of the South, I think of Alabama, Mississippi, Georgia, etc…
I’ll agree that Southerners are wimps, though (sorry, Kev).
I still find it hilarious how freaked out everybody here gets when it snows. We got maybe an inch of snow in Birmingham yesterday, and church was cancelled. CANCELLED! And there wasn’t even any accumulation on the roads!
;-) 3.2.09 at 6:29 pm:
Kev, if I could send you a winter wonderland and it wouldn’t cost me what’s left of the life savings I used to have before everything turned to sh…. Oh, sorry. I got distracted. As I was saying….. If I could send you a foot of snow, I would. If only to see the pure joy on your face when you set an innocent snow man on fire.
;-) 3.2.09 at 6:57 pm:
Allison — I think technically it’s midwest, but being from about as far northwest as I can get without being in Canada, “south” to me is anything below about Colorado level.
But thank you for backing up my assertion that southerners are wimps. I owe you one.
;-) 3.2.09 at 7:32 pm:
@Allison: I realize Georgia and Alabama are both Southern states, but (no offense) pleeeaaassseee don’t group us together. I am pretty sure the people in your fair state freaked out and canceled church because they thought the snowflakes were aliens taking over the earth.
(Sorry, but I had to make a joke at Alabama’s expense since you took Angi’s side!)
@Kathy: I feel your pain. I think a stock market post is in my near future. But anyhoo, thanks! I would totally take a photo of me setting a snowman on fire and send it to you.
@Angi: You and Allison are in cahoots.
;-) 3.2.09 at 9:10 pm:
How was the traffic the day it snowed? Were people madly scrambling around buying supplies like the world was going to end? Were there so many car accidents that it caused so many traffic jams all because of a little snow?
That’s how it is in Cleveland the first time it snows every year.
Sorry you didn’t get to experience yellow snow. It is quite amazing.
;-) 3.2.09 at 9:49 pm:
I will take the South over New England any day. At least we don’t talk funny.
;-) 3.2.09 at 9:49 pm:
This weekend was my first snow weekend ever, I’m from Mexico City, Mexico an there it never snows, but I just moved to Arkansas and for the first time I got to play with snow, there’s still snow on the yard
maybe this year you’ll get to make an angel Kevin, winters are getting colder by the year.
;-) 3.2.09 at 11:12 pm:
Kev — You’re just jealous.
Josh — Says you.
;-) 3.3.09 at 10:59 am:
Well, I must be a wimp of the highest order because I whine when it’s 100 degree temps with “high” humidity (over 50%) and I also complain loudly when it’s 2 degrees and snowing. Especially if I’m forced to drive in it.