I have mentioned before how completely unprepared I am for a Minnesota winter. That hasn’t really changed and winter is continuing to kick my ass. It snowed, and snowed and snowed some more yesterday. You could barely see out the window.
We got about 20 inches of snow yesterday and are officially in a “snow emergency.” Which means that I had to move my car so that they could plow the streets. Had I been slightly smarter, I would have moved my car before we had accumulated the nearly two feet of snow. But I didn’t, and so had to get up early this Sunday morning and dig my car out.
It took nearly an hour. Thank god one of my neighbors left a snow shovel in the entryway, as I don’t have one. And I thank the kind stranger who gave my car a push so that I could be on my way. And, thankfully, they will plow the streets (and in a timely and organized manner). At least this city knows what it’s dealing with.
The cats took the right approach. Napping on the couch in the warm and cozy apartment.
Now, I am trying really, really hard to embrace this whole winter thing. After the snow storm last week I decided to venture outside and take a walk around Lake of the Isles. It was rather pretty and definitely put me in a holiday mood.
I was tempted to sit and contemplate this scene -if only the bench wasn’t totally covered in snow!
This one reminds me of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe and the streetlamp in Narnia.
And this one just amuses me.
This week, I think the longest walk I’ll take is around the corner to Lucia’s for brunch and maybe to Lagoon Cinema to watch Harry Potter.
I’ve run smack into winter here in the Twin Cities. And I am not happy about it. Minneapolis, you had almost lured me into liking you. Nice parks, good restaurants, a fantastic art and music scene and decent public transit – it has been a lovely summer and fall. Why did it have to end? I mean, really, it’s not even Thanksgiving yet and there has been snow, ice and temperatures in the teens. I am asking myself, why would anyone, and more importantly, I, live in such a place? Snow emergency routes, long johns, double coats … it all seems like such a hassle. Why am I living here again?
I mean it. This is not a rhetorical question that I will consider and come to some well-reasoned conclusion. Winter sucks in the Midwest and nothing can convince me otherwise. I had no notion or inclination of what exactly I was getting myself into when I decided to move here last March. I have been denying the existence of the Minnesotan winter and now its punched me in the nose and I am not ready to forgive. Especially since it will continue to kick me while I’m down for the next four months. La-ame.
After six years in North Carolina, I am woefully under-prepared for winter here. Before last Sunday, I didn’t even have an ice scraper for my car. I still don’t have the proper coat or gloves. I walked to the coffeeshop and thought my face was going to shatter. I have slipped on the ice and nearly fallen about 87 times. On campus there is a sad little sign on the sidewalk that declares it “closed for winter.”
What’s a girl to do? Luckily, people are taking pity on me and I greatly appreciate it. I was presented with a pair of SmartWool socks from a fellow post-doc. My adviser sent me home with a microwave heating pack. I am getting bombarded with advice and suggestions everyday. However, I think they only way that I am going survive the upcoming season is by escaping it. I am starting by heading to Atlanta for Thanksgiving, a plan that I am extremely thankful for.