On this winter night with you


It was very pleasant when we returned from San Diego, sunny and warm. Not San Diego warm, but still . . . . Most of the snow had melted while we were gone, though there were still piles of packed snow pushed to the side of the roads and on corners, and patches of ice and slush on side streets.

A few days passed as we settled back into our daily routines. Then, wouldn’t you know it? Another day of cold and snow.

One of my gripes about this area is how Denver (and suburbs) have such a problem clearing snow from the streets, even from relatively small storms. It has become an annual event for me to curmudgeonly post on Facebook about my drive to work without seeing a single snowplow.

How can ski towns in the mountains keep their roads clear while Denver, even with advance warning of oncoming winter storms, be so befuddled when it comes to at least making a showing before people have to get on their way to work? (I’ve decided that those mountain towns must have some kind of advanced alien technology that Denver just doesn’t have access to.)

But that was when I was driving across town to work at my heinous previous job. Now, I drive ALL OVER TOWN!

Anyway, I recalled an entry in this account from last year in which I stated that we would only have one more winter here. And this is it!

That knowledge didn’t have me grinning when I was brushing and scraping my car early the next morning at 11°F (-12°C – practice for other countries), or driving around town doing my DoorDash gig, or shoveling the snow later in the day.

But it helped.

And it was, admittedly, nice to look at from the warmth and comfort of my office as I wrote this post and watched videos on marketing. (I’m still working on getting my books noticed.)

In all honesty, though, I have to say that my feelings are accompanied by a bit of melancholy. Not because I’m going to miss it at all. I definitely won’t. (I don’t think.)

But I know Linda will. She genuinely loves the snow, although she has admitted that she’s pretty much done with the shoveling.

But there really are few things more pleasant than curling up together in our warm home, enjoying a movie or book, or cuddling under the covers in our bed, while a blizzard rages outside. Having nothing that we have to do other than enjoying each other’s closeness does feel that much better when there’s some intense weather going on, while we’re warm and protected inside.

But I’ve noticed similar feelings during other dynamic weather events, like thunderstorms. Mexico (and several European countries) have rainy seasons in which there will be a storm in the afternoon, then the sky clears up and the sun comes out. Not like the long overcast and rainy season of Seattle, for example, which Linda can’t handle emotionally for long periods of time. (I don’t know if I can or not, but I do know that I get pretty irritated about the ongoing rain.)

However, a short temporary storm might be nice to allow us to relax and enjoy each other’s company. Then, when it clears, we can go out for the evening and explore our new environs, recently washed clean by the weather.

I know that I often tend to romanticize our future with idyllic descriptions. The fact is I know that everyday life will eventually set in. When the “vacation phase” wears off and we settle into certain routines, there will likely be drudgery that we’ll have to endure, even in whatever new “exotic” location we happen to land in.

But I figure if we can get our minds in a place where we can see the good, or at least the not so bad, in whatever bad situation happens, that will make our lives that much happier.

I guess I better try to get started on that now. There’s more snow in the forecast three days from now.