By Ian Beabout, Online Editor
On Christmas Eve, 2015, I took the dog for a leisurely walk. Stop right there and reread that sentence. Let it sink in. On Christmas Eve, I was out in short sleeves and tennis shoes, bouncy pup in tow.
The event was so monumental in my life, I did what any normal human person would do and went to Facebook to report the news – it was 60 degrees and I paused my tree decorating duties to sup in the great outdoors. “Lovely March weather,” I was heard to quip.
Christmas Day, my family basked in the warm glow of the tree as we tore through the gifts, windows open and a gentle breeze passing through the house as A Christmas Story flickered time and time again on our TV screen. It was truly a beautiful experience.
New Years was a little cooler, if I recall, but still quite nice. Even as the break was winding down, I found myself rarely, if ever reaching for the thermostat dial or thick winter coat. I saw Star Wars and found myself peeling off the layers of clothes the calendar indicated I’d need before I even reached the car.
Then school came back, and like clockwork – as if some imaginary switch had been pulled, the white stuff hit. Where did all of this come from? My 20 minute commute to school was a harrowing near-50 minute one, dodging drifts of snow and holding my breath as I coasted across sheets of ice, repeating the words “4-wheel drive, don’t let me down” like a mantra.
Now, as we approach the end of the week, things are looking up, right? I took a nice leisurely drive after classes Thursday with some great tunes on the stereo to accompany me. Wrong. The forecast for the second week of classes looks to take us right back into the big chill. 30, 16, 24 degree highs on the horizon and more of that horrid white stuff predicted too.
This weather is making me crazy.