Here it comes. Well. Not quite yet, but in twenty-four
hours. Before tomorrow arrives, the
Arctic Blast will pour in. (A mini-one, anyway.)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know,
I know, I know. Here I am picking on the
weather again. Truthfully, living in New
England makes the weather a pretty easy mark.
But here’s the thing – Are
you ready? -- Sit down and hold your arm
rests because this is mind-blowing information I am about to share. Maybe lean in a little closer to your
computer screen so you don’t miss it.
Ready?
It gets cold in New England.
Right? This is news?
I’m serious. All over the
television channels the weather people are spreading word that doom, destruction,
and the degradation of the citizens will occur starting Thursday because … gasp
… a cold front is moving in.
Yes, it’s November, and it’s
going to get cold. Hard to believe. I mean, we’ve already had a storm dump almost
two feet of snow in the northern regions of Maine. It’s not like we haven’t had really cold
Novembers (some with snow and some without) before this.
The problem isn’t with the
weather nor with the people who live here in New England. After all, no one forces grown adults to live
anywhere in particular, especially here.
The problem is with the news stations that screech and cry and speak in
strained whispers when telling New Englanders what we already know, meaning, “Hey,
it’s going to snow! Yippppeeeee!”
Some of us get excited
when a blizzard approaches. My skin
doesn’t like the cold weather, but my eyes and brain love the icy, frosty,
snowy New England winters. Seriously,
people, this is New England.
I’ll say it again because
our news stations and weather forecasters don’t seem to understand that we are
not Southern California, and it’s not always going to be sunny and 70 degrees.
This IS New England.
Stop your histrionics and get
with the program. Shut up and put on a
sweatshirt. Or move; that’s always a
choice, too.
