I’m Dreaming….
Dr. Peter Venkman:
This city is headed for a disaster of biblical proportions.
Mayor:
What do you mean, “biblical”?
Dr Ray Stantz:
What he means is Old Testament, Mr. Mayor, real wrath of God type
stuff.
Venkman:
Exactly.
Stantz:
Fire and brimstone coming down from the skies! Rivers and seas boiling!
Dr. Egon Spengler:
Forty years of darkness! Earthquakes, volcanoes…
Winston Zeddemore:
The dead rising from the grave!
Dr. Peter Venkman:
Human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together… mass hysteria!
Ghostbusters (1984)
Or to quote another of my all-time favorites: 
It’s inconceivable!
I hear tell of winter wonderment
in the desert. Enough wonderment, I’m told that there were appearances
of real, live snowmen and a few snow angels. Meanwhile, in America’s Armpit Heartland temperatures today are expected to reach the 70′s.
Oh, wait…..that’s the percent chance of more of the rain/sleet/slushy
yuckiness we are experiencing presently. Supposedly, a front is moving
this way with promises of colder weather and the fluffy stuff those in
California and Nevada are struggling to identify. It’s called snow,
people. You’ll learn to loathe it! Actually, you probably won’t.
Chances are it will be gone as fast as it arrived, long before the
novelty has had a chance to fade.
Which can be a good thing. Novelty, that is. Novelty is exciting, it’s fun and it brings
us to places we thought were long in our past. Youthful places when a
change in the weather could change the course of our day or week.
There is very little that compares to the jubilation of a small child
as he or she runs screaming into the yard, arms extended, mouth agape
and tongue out attempting to capture the falling snowflakes.
Children tossing snowballs or building snowmen. Sledding through the
yard or just falling back to make snow angels. It’s almost as warming
to my heart as the hot chocolate and marshmallows that inevitably
accompany any snow day.
I’m trying to talk myself back into liking the snow. Can you tell?
The snow and I have a fairly adversarial relationship and I must admit,
though once enamored, the novelty has worn off. I suppose countless
hours of shoveling can do that to a person.
