Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Equal time

I rhapsodized about new snow last night. But I got this by email from an SD native:

"If you think this snow is so wonderful, I present you with the exhilarating opportunity to shovel the sidewalks and driveway to your heart's content at the home of one of your friends. I know that answering phones at a call center* does not satiate your desire to enjoy to white stuff, and I thought that you may wish to delve into a much closer encounter ( or dare I say, "communion") with the dandruff from above.

One's enthusiasm for snow is in inverse proportion to the amount he has to shovel."


But: My wife and I were watching it come down last night, wondering how we ever spent so long in SoCal without the beauty and power of changing seasons.

But: I used to get the weather report in L.A. (like one really needs to check) from Jillian Barberie Reynolds. She grew up in the Great White North of Canada, and was a true defector. Her reports were something like, "A beautiful day in L.A. 95 degrees out with rising humidity and a smog alert - I just can't wait to get out of this studio and soak it all in!" Yes, I'm exaggerating, but not by much.

I suppose I should make some insightful quote about the human condition. But I've downed only one mug of coffee so far and I'm sure you have favorite aphorisms.

*scathing reference to my p/t job at the medical center.

2 comments:

theagetocome said...

Hmm. Been in Canada more than 6 years now, and discovered that my early snow enthusiasm as a snow-starved Brit has waned to "that's nice". Much more blaze now unfortunately!

TLF+ said...

You mean blase, right? Or are you so ablaze w/ the Spirit that all earthly passions turn to dust and ashes in its heat consuming?