On Speaking Too Soon

December 29, 2007

Yesterday, I noted that it was not raining per the forecast, but rather snowing large fluffy flakes. With youthful exuberance, I was sure to be snowboarding this morning. A little more than an hour after I wrote that, it started raining. And not just raining, mind you — but pouring rain; the sort of December rainstorm to which by now I should be accustomed. Were it 5 or 10 degrees colder, that volume of rain would be several inches of fresh snow. Alas, Michigan is a harsh mistress.

Some people complain that my car is too dirty and that I should take better care of it. They would submit to you, evidence like this:

December through March

Yes, the back seat of my Jeep looks like that, for the better part of the three grey months we colloquially refer to as “winter” here in Michigan. I have to keep it that way, because just as a freak downpour can ruin my weekend, on any given day a freak snowstorm is probably just as likely to have me leaving work an hour or two early in order to hit the slopes for a few precious hours, before the next 5-day stretch of 50+ degree weather melts it all.

In Michigan, even the winter-sport enthusiasts can hate the season.


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