I lived in Texas for six long years. In some regards those years were great. I was able to go to and graduate from a great school. I worked for four summers at summer camp that changed my life for the better. I started working for a pretty good company that I was able to transfer from one store to another and not lose any money or benefits, but those were six long years regardless.
I am a North Eastener by birth. I grew up with a North Eastern point of view (I'll get it out of the way right now, I live in the Midwest and sometimes my Nor'easterly thought processes don't quite jive, but that's okay, its not that big a deal).
When we moved from Texas we didn't so much move as flee. By the time we crossed the Arkansas border I had pretty much defragged my brain and cleaned the mental disk, as it were. I left Texas behind.
We fled from Texas to Indiana towards the end of the summer, I believe we rolled into Indiana the last week in August. We had a beautiful fall that year, all the more pretty because we hadn't seen those wonderfully bright reds and oranges in six years while in our Texas exile. That winter we had 8 inches of snow on Christmas Eve. That was the first snow we had seen in six years, yeah, we were a bit frightened of it... but it was snow. Real, honest to goodness snow.
When we lived in Texas we didn't have winter. We had something more along the lines of an early spring in New York for six months: cold, rainy weather with the requisite gun metal grey sky. It was, in a word, boring. In three words: "boring as Hell." I was sick all the time, too.
Why do I bring this up in the incredibly erudite blog? We are having a Texas winter in Indiana, without the cold weather. We haven't had a lick of snow this winter. Maybe a tiny flurry, but that's about it. I want some snow. I want some cold weather. If for no other rason than I want to be able to complain how cold and snowie it is. I want winter, for crying out loud. I've worn sandals a couple times...
Hello, its January.
The newsguy said it's because of the El Nino, or Santa Ana Wind that keeps the cold air in Canada. At least I think that's what he said.
So, there is no snow. Not a flake, not a drift, not a nothing.
I think I'll go swiming tomorrow in the big puddle along the side of the road.
There're people who don't seem to appreciate living in Texas, and then there're people who have a bumpersticker -
"I wasn't born in Texas, but I got here as soon as I could."
Having grown up where there is snow (and temperatures that stay below freezing for days on end), I know where I can find such things if I ever turn senile enough to miss them.
Yeah, we've only had one week of winter here. It's strange.
tell it, brother! come on, snow, dear friend, we need to see you this winter. hell, we need you to come so it feels like winter! (ditto on the sandals!)
I live in Texas, and I completely agree with you, we don't have an actual winter here. It would be nice to know what the seasons are like.
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