I’m glad I now live in a part of the country that doesn’t get a lot of snow. Not that we never get any: we’ve had several substantial snows since we’ve been here, the kind that keep you in for several days at a time.
We came from Chicago, where it snows on a fairly regular basis, and it wasn’t unusual to go to bed and wake up to 5-6" of new snow in the morning. We really didn’t think much of it. In fact, it was fairly easy to sleep, because snow will suppress a lot of the noise, and ours was a particularly noisy neighborhood. When we moved to Atlanta, everyone told us "Don’t buy a snow shovel! People will know you’re a Yankee! If it snows, we just wait at home until it melts. And it usually does by the next day." "Usually" is the operative word there.
I do notice the lady in the lower right hand corner of the picture, sleeping in the snow. I visualize things like that when I can’t sleep. You should try it sometime.
When you move from Chicago to Atlanta and hear a forecast of 2-3" of snow, you don’t really think much of it. Meanwhile, the neighbors are going crazy buying up all the milk and bread at the stores. That’s when you learn that 2-3" of snow in a pretty much level city where there’s a lot of snow removal equipment is a hell of a lot different than one that has lots of hills that are damn near impossible to climb when they’re slick and practically no snow removal equipment because the amount of snow we get in an average winter really doesn’t justify the expense.
Not that it bothers me that much. I don’t go out a lot, anyway.
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