Here in Minnesota, we are in the midst of a, well, really cool winter storm. I haven't watched the Weather Channel much in years - too many commercials and they, like so many media folks, use rhetoric that is too sensationalized. I want a show with useful information, but too often I get commercials and low-grade entertainment. But I imagine their forecasters are using the words "colossal", "massive", and "violent" to describe the storm. I also imagine they are using words like "socked" and "slammed" to tell viewers what the storm is doing to those of us experiencing it. You'd probably think we were hunkered down in our igloos, shivering around a candle.
We do that in July.
Meteorologically speaking, the sheer geographic coverage of the storm makes it a beast. But in terms of impact, it's not that bad at all. We had 6" of snow at my house last night and another inch throughout the day. When the plow guy came this morning to plow out my driveway. I went outside to talk with him wearing my omnipresent Mizzou hoodie, shorts, and my Gore Tex shoes - but no socks. It was about 27 degrees or so and there was no wind to speak of. I wouldn't want to traipse around in the snow for hours on end dressed like that, but wasn't bad at all to have a 5" chat,
The roads were slick last night and today, but nothing a hearty northlander can't handle if he's careful. I spent the day with the boys sledding on the growing pile of snow across the street and piling up snow into two snow forts on our patio. The boys and I also had a snowball fight. I won.
So rather than use terms like "slammed" etc., let's just say we had a nice, playful snow. A perfect Christmas present.