It was the continuance of an unusually sunny day here in the high country. I swear that last year this time our town had already lived with well over 300 inches of snow but not this year. This year Mother Nature really took the bull by the horns and psyched us all out. A few people were so sure that we were going to have a 1,000 inch winter. Even the local weatherman and I yammered back and forth about the snow predictions of some locals but in the end it appears that all the talk about another record breaking winter was wishful thinking. I think I can safely say by now that we are not going to have a deluge of snow in 2012. I could be wrong. I’ve been wrong before.
We are doing all we can to make the white stuff fall. Howard Sheckter is constantly asking me if I’m doing my snow dance. I keep telling him “yes” just to keep the conversation moving but honestly, by the time I get home the last thing I want to do is jump around on our property while chanting some obscure pleadings to the snow Gods. There are only a few reasons why I’m on our deck these days. One is when I’m pacing back and forth because I’m having a hot flash and I’m trying to catch the breeze that comes through the pass and rustles our trees before heading out to Sierra Meadows. Another reason I would be running around our deck is because I’m chasing a ball with Ameilia or blowing bubbles for Ameilia.
It has been an odd weather year and many of us are trying to make the best out of the sunshine we do have. Gail Lonne and friends have put up two tennis nets at the community courts…unheard of in January. BishopMotoSports is renting out their ATV’s so at least our high country visitors can get out on the dirt roads and explore our snow-free terrain. Even Deb Searles thought about putting her deck furniture back out…including the umbrella.
The mornings have been chilly so the idea of wearing shorts and a t-shirt is out. And let’s be real…this isn’t Palm Springs or Jamaica so instead of pulling my shorts out of the summer closet in the middle of January, I decided instead to compromise and wear sandals.
I got down on my hands and knees and reached under the dresser where I stuffed all my summer shoes for the season. I found the sandals my son and daughter-in-law bought me when they went to Thailand and I slipped them on.
Something was wrong. It didn’t feel right. My feet were the same size and the sandals were comfy but c’mon…sandals in the middle of January? I should be wearing my snow boots and wrapping myself snug in neck gators and down jackets. I should be listening to my husband cursing at the snow-thrower for breaking down and I should be carrying loads of wood up the stairs to stuff into the wood burning stove. There should be warm winter soup cooking in the crockpot and I should be making myself cups of hot chocolate loaded with whipped cream for my after-dinner sweet.
It didn’t seem right to have my toes bare to the elements in the middle of January. My feet have been in winter-mode. My toes are not painted and most of my summer callouses have faded but it was warm – so warm that my feet were sweating inside my UGGS. I could no longer pretend that it was going to snow sometime in January so I clomped out of the house in my summer sandals.
I can only hope that all this faux summer behavior we are all exhibiting will somehow be a signal to the elusive snow G-d that we are ready for a dumping of the white stuff. It’s just not fair that Alaska is getting more snow than we are this year.